NEW YEAR, not so NEW ME
The penwoman@priscillaibadin662423
16 days ago
Ladies and gentlemen, gather ‘round!
Readers, I welcome you to 2025.
Foremost, I began with God, so should you.
It’s that magical time of year again when we collectively pretend that flipping the calendar page to January 1st will somehow grant us the superpowers to transform into an updated iOS versions of ourselves. Spoiler alert: I’m here to tell you that, Drumrolls…despite the glittering confetti, several bangers and the sound of a thousand resolutions and reels on social media. I’m still me. And honestly, that’s a relief. I urge you to be same.
Let’s take a moment to reflect on the delightful absurdity of New Year’s resolutions.
Every year, millions of people vow to become gym-goers, healthy eaters,to be more productive, To strike More, Aim higher, as though the 31st was a landmark for success and all achievements are made pivotal on 1st.
Meanwhile, I lay comfortably on my bed, clutching my plantain chips, contemplating the deep philosophical questions of life, like,
“Why does my puppy stare at me like I’ve committed a crime every time I open a bag of chips?”.
Why is the word incorrectly spelt correctly?
If I put my cream into the freezer would it become icecream?
What happens if birds decide to learn how to swim and fishes learn to skydive?
Not your usual New year resolution but yeah, I can’t help how spontaneous this creative mind of mine gets.
This year, I thought about joining the resolution bandwagon. I really wrote out some things
But then I remembered that I still have a stack of unfinished goals from last year, sitting there like dusty monuments to my good intentions. So, in the spirit of authenticity, I’m sticking with my tried-and-true approach: embracing the glorious drizzle that is my life as it is.
Let’s talk about the gym for a second, shall we?
If you’ve been here a while you’d know I have a failed track record of going to the gym.
This year, realistically i have decided to cheer them on from the safety of my home, and accept my fluctuating body type whilst I work out my fingers scrolling through social media. Honestly, I think we should all come to agree that binge watching Netflix and eating popcorn is an Olympic sport? Cos If it were, I’d have a gold medal by now!
And then there’s the diet. The fit fam girlies kale smoothies, oats peanut butter and quinoa bowls. I, on the other hand, will continue my relationship with ice cream and snickers chocolatessss.
because let’s be real, life is too short to deprive yourself of the simple pleasures. I mean,it tastes exactly as it sounds. This year if I’d probably continue the habit of forgetting to eat until my head spins like the sun orbits the earth.
Now, to the core part of all this. In a world where everyone seems obsessed with dilapidated overnight self improvement?
I’m here to say, 2025 I remain evergreen, not stagnant but not in an overyielding state of sudden despair.
Yes, I might not be perfect, but I’m perfectly me. And if that means wearing my SpongeBob nightdress while eating chocolate at 2 AM, or looking for my photochromic glasses to complete a deadline from previous years
then so be it!
Here’s to another year of being unapologetically myself.
No drastic makeovers, no extreme pressure on lifestyle changes, just the same lovable chaos that I’ve always been. I’ll keep my resolutions in my back pocket, just in case I ever feel the urge to actually use them. Until then, I’ll be over here, living my best life, one slice of pizza at a time.
(Just incase you’re thinking of a new year gift, crunchy pizza with extra cheese and a new pair of glasses)
Cheers to the New Year.
Here’s your subtle reminder to love every shade of you.
#HappyNewyear #Newyear #poetry #jan1
