My friend Laura runs a hair salon. Yesterday, at her shop, 150 people got haircuts. She said that New Year’s Eve is one of her busiest days of the year. My girlfriend and I wondered why, and, sure, there are the rational explanations: people are going to parties; they need that new ‘do that holds up while the fifth Slippery Nipple shot is coursing through their bloodstream; they want model-quality selfie pics. But, beyond that, I can’t help but feel like those who got their hair done on New Year’s Eve are actually a representation of the bigger picture, of the larger psychological group-think that grips adults every December 31st. It’s a time for reinvention, a time for hope, a time for looking forward.
Or maybe everyone just wants to get laid.
Exactly a year ago, I wrote this post. As I re-read it, I’m more than a little embarrassed by it, and that embarrassment, will, I’m sure, be felt again in another 365 days as I read this post, and see how much has changed and how the year has changed me.
I had a lot of big plans for 2013 (if you read the post, I refused to call them “resolutions” for reasons I can’t really remember why… I mean, I say “[resolutions] have never worked for me” but who is to say if that was really accurate). For the record, other than continuing to perform regularly with VAMP, I didn’t accomplish any of those goals. In fact, I was so burnt out on trying to keep up with all of them, that I gave up by the end of January.
However, this year saw a lot of things amazing things happen: I moved in with my girlfriend, saw my dad get as close to health as he’s been in years, watched my brother get married, got published, and rediscovered inspiration within my job. And, honestly, I wouldn’t even remember having made any goals if I hadn’t written them down. Such is the nature of the aforementioned group-think: it’s intoxicating to think that a fresh start aligns with the orbiting of our planet around the sun, but easy come, easy go, and all those ideals to lose weight, stop smoking, be a better person overall doesn’t hold a candle to the fact that I can order pizza online literally right now, at 8:33 in the morning.
I know that reflection is useful, which is why I’m forcing myself, blurry-eyed, hungover, and wrapped in a womb of comfy pajamas, to write this. I know that refusing to acknowledge the past is and still hoping for growth is like buying avocados and wondering why you don’t have guacamole.
So, here I go again. I know I shot too high last year, so I’m trying to set more reasonable goals this year:
- Finish a crappy first draft of my novel. Doesn’t have to be good. Just has to end.
- Make health a priority. There’s a longer story attached to this, hopefully I’ll post it up soon.
- Continue to do things that made me happy this year.
And as for what I learned from 2013: everything is a process. Everything. And although that thought is frustrating and disheartening sometimes, it’s also an essential step to acknowledging that a year is just year. People, personalities, relationships, opinions: everything changes.