New Years Resolutions

I’ve never been a big fan of new years resolutions. I’ve always thought that if you truly wanted to change something about yourself, you would start immediately.

I have, however, always been a fan of new beginnings. The best new beginning is the start of a new year.

When I think about where I was at the beginning of 2012 and where I am now, it’s almost like night and day. I ended toxic relationships, made some great new friendships, grew professionally and emotionally, took risks, won awards, interned for a company that I love, ran in elections and won everything I ran for.

I had a lot of personal victories in 2012. I had some of my highest and proudest and funnest moments of my life. Looking at who I was at the beginning of the year and who I am now, it seems like so much has changed. But at the same time I feel exactly the same.

I made a simple and abstract resolution last year: Do great things.

That’s exactly what I did. I am proud of my accomplishments. 2012 was my year. I know that 2013 will be my year as well. I plan on taking risks, putting myself out there, talking to people I normally wouldn’t, trying things outside of my comfort zone and stretching myself to see my true potential.

2012 was a gem. 2013 has a lot to live up to.

Happy New Year everyone!


Falling down a mountain, quarter-life crisis and Christmas in a blizzard

A lot has been going on the past few weeks.

This semester flew by faster than I could blink. Everyone says that, but it literally feels like  just yesterday I was moving into my first house.

Junior year has flown by. Next semester, I turn 21. This summer, I do an internship and work. Then my senior year of college, which I’ve heard goes by faster than anything. And then the real world.

Scary, right?

Which leads me to this: I’ve been in the middle of a quarter-life crisis. I’m almost out of school and about to start a career. By this point, I thought I’d have everything together. I thought I’d know the exact job I want when I graduate (I have it narrowed down to the right field, at least) and where I want to live.

Maybe it’s good not  to know. My “grown up” life is about to begin, and I’m not sure ready for whatever is coming because I have no earthly idea what to expect. But it’s a good thing because I am open to anything.

On a side note, I’m in Colorado right now. We’ve been skiing in some of the best snow I’ve ever seen. My sister and I decided to attempt a double diamond black on my first day back on the slopes in two years. For non-skiers, a double diamond black is literally the hardest slope you can do. I was scared to death. I literally looked down and saw my life flash before my eyes. It was basically a 90 degree angle. But I went for it.

I fell. Hard. Not a little fall. It was so steep that I kept falling. I lost my poles, both skis and almost an arm. I fell halfway down the run. I screamed some words I don’t think my sister knew that I knew.

I had to get back up. I had to climb up and collect my skis and my poles and put myself back together. More importantly, I had to get down the mountain. On the same slope that tried to kill me.

By some act of God, I did it. I survived. I can brag about it. I’m not going to go into some lame analogy about how my life is like the mountain and I am the skier. But now you’re thinking it and can draw your own conclusions.

By the way, I owned that slope once I got back up.

Happy Christmas Eve!