New Year, and Why Resolutions are Pointless

It’s a new year, and so many of us fall into that old trap of making resolutions and trying to believe that this year, somehow, we’ll magically gain the ability to create an entirely new persona that will somehow make us more happy and satisfied with where we are in our lives. It’s ridiculous, and yet so seductive.

This feeling probably lasts until the second week of January, whereby you’ve given up the fad diet and you’ve only been once to the gym you just signed up for, and you know you’re not actually going to read any of the non-fiction or self improvement books you’ve wishlisted on Amazon.

I try really hard to create goals for myself instead. For the past decade, I’ve made it a goal to go to at least one location, whether in Australia or overseas, that I haven’t been before. I’ve managed to uphold that goal every year since 2008, which I’m pretty proud of.

This year, I’ve also made it a goal to write more. I would love to produce more fiction – whether it’s short stories, poetry, a novella, or a full blown novel, I just want to create a body of work that I can be proud of. I’ve started so many ideas that I’ve never actually finished. The only way I’m going to improve is to push myself. The aim is for one completed work per month. We’re only a week into the year yet, so we’ll see how that goes.

I also want to find a new job. A job where I can feel motivated and challenged, and which pays enough where I don’t have to live pay cheque to pay cheque. More creative, more fulfilling. Everyone seems to make this kind of goal at the beginning of a new year, but it’s an important one. I need to be more motivated when it comes to how I conduct job search and how I apply.

Finally, I want to take more risks. I want to push myself beyond my comfort zones – I’d like to explore my local area more, get involved in more activities. Maybe kayaking, geocaching, a book club, something. I’ve got so much planned this year already – I’m going to see Aladdin again, I’m going to Supanova, I’ve got a trip to Norway planned for August. All those things are in my comfort zone though, so I’ll need to push myself.

What are your goals for this year? This time next January, what would you like to have achieved?


Summer breezes, beachy days

I adore this time of year. Not just because of Christmas, though I love that too. But because summer is back. I love beach dresses and sunglasses, and the act of packing a bag with a towel, a $5 note for ice cream, and a bottle of sunscreen, and just wandering aimlessly down to the ocean for a leisurely dip. It’s refreshing, both physically and spiritually – after just an hour spent in the sea, I feel as if my cares and worries have been cleansed, and I emerge from the ocean sparkly clean and vibrantly new.

I have lived along the seaside my entire life, but since moving to a little sand island just north of Brisbane 16 years ago, I’ve fallen more in love with the beach and everything it embodies. The colours are fantastic – the bottle greens, the vibrant turquoise water that we are lucky enough to experience this far north of the city, the deep blues, and the creamy white sand. I also love the animals – the sea birds, of course, but the turtles and the dolphins. Everything seems at once playful and relaxed, which is just the way I like it. I feel as if I could spend every day by the water’s edge and never tire of it, though my skin might.