You Look Really Pretty Today 02.01.17

There are 3 truths I absolutely believe in life:

1. I am awesome. I love myself. If you are British, you probably just died a little bit inside. I know, one is not supposed to love oneself.  But you have to. If you don't, you will treat yourself like shit, and you will let other people treat you like shit. Or worse, somebody amazing will love you like crazy and you will reject that love because you don't believe they could possibly love you.  Read You Are a Badass, and learn to love yourself.

2. I can handle anything. The end point of all anxiety, worry and fear is not what might happen, but that it will happen and you won't be able to handle it. You can handle it. If you are alive, you have already handled everything life has thrown at you. You're doing fine. Read Feel The Fear and Do It Anyway, and stop being scared of adventure (aka life).

3. I have to honour who I am. If you are pretending to be someone you're not to make other people happy, please stop it. Please be you. You are great. It's taken me a really long time (almost 34 years) but I am very happy with who I am, quirks and all (not warts, that would really mess with my trypophobia). There is someone out there with the same quirks as you. You could be friends. You've heard of the internet, right? Go find your people and be happy. 

All this is to say: I've read a lot of snark this week about resolutions. Comments like "I don't need resolutions because I actually like myself". Sure. I mean, if you really truly liked yourself you wouldn't feel the need to make fun of strangers on the internet, but whatevs. (Did I also just make fun of strangers on the internet? Soz).

So: I'm shit at resolutions, but I have set myself some challenges. The first is for the whole year.


The book-buying ban


I have a problem. No wait, it's not a big problem, but it is a problem.
Firstly, yes, I did just quote Liza Minnelli. Secondly, I've uncovered an addiction.
When I moved house (sure, flat) in September, I started putting my unread books on a separate shelf. The shelf got full pretty quickly, so I started stacking them. Then I had to stack them two deep. Then I ran out of room.  I have now counted them. I have 69 unread books. 69! An hilarious number, but also quite a high number! And it does not include all the recipe books from which I have not cooked, all the hobby books from which I have not made projects, or all the sheet music from which I have not played. Guys, this is bad. So, my challenge for this year is not to buy any more books until I have read all of those. I made a list of them, and will update it as I finish each book. I'd love to up the challenge and say I will definitely read them all this year, but that is not going to happen. That would mean reading 1.3 books per week, and these are proper-length books, guys. 

I am also taking part in Veganuary (I've seen more internet snark on this than any other resolution), Dry January, and Yoga Revolution. I'll talk a little bit more about those in my next post.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

P.S. Love yourself. You look really pretty today.