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I've been away from the blog for a while now because I've been in a bit of a funk* lately. It's one of those states where everything and nothing is wrong all at once, and there really isn't much to be done but to muddle through until my mood shifts again and life seems better. In the midst of my funk, I've been composing multiple variations on a resolution post (similar to last year's) in my head, and the very act of enumerating the many areas for improvement in my life has been making the funk worse. Thinking about all of the things that are wrong and the great distance that I need to cross to have a "perfect life" just leaves me feeling overwhelmed and incapable of change, which is really a terrible way to ring in a new year.
While thinking about possible resolutions, I had a moment of epiphany in which I realized that, even if I never again make a single change to the way I live my life, I will be perfectly fine. Sure, I would like to eat better and exercise more and study more efficiently and have better work-life balance and all of the standard things that people want to change about their lives, but none of these things are essential to my survival or to my ongoing happiness. So in the interest of not starting the year with a giant list of things to fail at, I'm going resolution-free this year. And it feels great.
Not to say that I don't plan to change in the future. I am, in fact, continuing on with my gradual process of self improvement, which at the moment includes meal planning on a more consistent basis and eating more vegetables and resisting the urge to reload games onto my iPhone and (new!) iPad. It's just that I refuse to focus any more on the deficiencies in my life or to defer my happiness and satisfaction until I have achieved some arbitrary list of things that would make me "better". My life is happening at this moment, and I intend to enjoy it as much as I can, imperfections and all.
*For the record, this is neither a terrible funk nor a depression. Just a downward blip in mood that is part of life. As they say, "this too shall pass".