R.I.P. to the many (many) New Year’s resolutions that I’ve abandoned mid-January, left to rot in a wasteland of dumbbells and green smoothies and motivational quotes.
However, a surprising turn of events: in 2016, I did something right. Shock of all shocks, I successfully finished the year out strong, completing my selected activity every single day.
What was my resolution? Journaling. I’m not really sure how I got hooked on the idea, but somewhere along the line I decided to give it a go. It always seemed like one of those things that people who really have their lives together do, like those people who have five-year plans and wear matching pajama sets and take their coffee with almond milk.