I’ve never really been a New Year’s resolution maker. Not one bit of judgment if that’s your thing; I’m just saying it’s never really been mine. I do sometimes set intentions or pick a word for the year, but this year? Welp. I’ve decided to just give myself permission to continue being the same ol’ me.

I mean, I’m pretty ok!

I’m relatively healthy, I’m financially stable, my kids are doing pretty well, my marriage is in decent shape, and no one got in a shouting match or left pissed off during the holidays. I’d like to think that I’m at least 50% responsible for all of these things, so I call that success.

Go, me!

Is there room for improvement? Of course there is! Am I going to sit down and write out a bunch of resolutions and put pressure on myself to “do more” or “be better?” Nah.

What I am going to do is continue to be kind and compassionate and try to find humor in the hard stuff. I’m going to give myself a break for not being perfect. I’m going to remember that, even when I don’t reach goals, I’m worthy of love. I’m going to slip into the comfort of accepting myself – faults and all.

I know I’m not alone in doing this, and I know that it sometimes feels strange not to be resolving in January. I wrote this to let you know there’s another non-resolutionist out here just in case you were feeling alone. You’re not.

It’s a fresh new year. Let’s keep being our awesome selves.