{"id":4199,"date":"2019-01-25T13:34:17","date_gmt":"2019-01-25T18:34:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.pages.roanoke.edu\/?p=4199"},"modified":"2019-01-25T13:34:17","modified_gmt":"2019-01-25T18:34:17","slug":"living-my-best-life-emma-grosskopf-editor-in-chief-new-year-better-me-hopefully","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/?p=4199","title":{"rendered":"Living My Best Life: New Year, Better Me (Hopefully)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Written by Emma Grosskopf<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I don\u2019t like to make New Year\u2019s resolutions. To be honest, I feel like people always fall off the wagon around the beginning of February, and I don\u2019t like to feel like I\u2019ve failed. I have a massive, crushing fear of failure, but that\u2019s a column for a different time. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">This year, I didn\u2019t make any promises to myself like, \u201clet\u2019s lose 10 pounds by spring break\u201d or \u201ctry to stop cursing so much\u201d or \u201ctry to do homework on time.\u201d Those are all (at least for me) unrealistic, trite, and frankly, not going to help me become a better person on a molecular level.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">This year, I\u2019ve decided to put my foot down. it\u2019s none of this \u201cnew year, new me\u201d crapola. This year, my mantra is \u201cnew year, better me.\u201d I don\u2019t have to reinvent myself. I\u2019m not perfect, but I\u2019m fine with the way I am. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">This year, I told myself as I was drunk at a bar in Fredericksburg on New Year\u2019s Eve (flirting with a stranger, of course), is all about self-care. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Some of you might call this a resolution, but I don\u2019t like labels. All I know is that this year, I am taking care of myself. That\u2019s physically (Come on people, how many times do I have to say it? Skin care is important!), emotionally (I\u2019m finally figuring out that bottling everything up inside is probably not the most healthy habit), and spiritually (as much as I hate to say it, I\u2019m finally understanding that some things are out of my control). <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I don\u2019t have any specific, measurable goals for this year; however, making a conscious effort to eat better, sleep more, take better care of my skin, trust my friends, ask for help, get my butt in that gym, drink more water, love myself, and just generally have a good time being who I am, the best version of myself. This is what 2019 has in store for me. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For a while now, I\u2019ve been feeling overwhelmed and stressed, and I\u2019m willing to bet that I\u2019m not the only one. Sure, a goal to lose a few pounds or work out every day is nice, but it\u2019s not too late to switch resolutions. Why limit yourself? <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Take this year, and screw \u201cnew me.\u201d Try for \u201cbetter me,\u201d and loosen the reins a little. Drink water. Call your mom. Reflect a little. And for the love of all that is unholy, have fun. We\u2019re young, dumb and broke, so let\u2019s enjoy it in 2019, being our best selves. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Written by Emma Grosskopf I don\u2019t like to make New Year\u2019s resolutions. To be honest, I feel like people always fall off the wagon around the beginning of February, and I don\u2019t like to feel like I\u2019ve failed. I have a massive, crushing fear of failure, but that\u2019s a column for a different time. 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