It's 2018 and we're here for it

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We’re BACK! And what a year this shall be.

This is not some bullshit about having your ~*~best year ever~*~, though I hope you’re trying for that every day of your life when possible. Meet yourself where you are and be okay with that. Or, if you’re feeling it – go on and ball the fuck out; pay for everyone’s champagne and don’t think twice (not mandatory, this is just what I did to kick off 2018. Oops.).

We can all say we’re not “resolution” type people, but we are – we are always resolving to enhance our lives in some way. The “resolution” part doesn’t have to be flashy or demanding or come with a hard end-result (i.e. weight loss, new car, but do your thing!).

I implore you to keep some valuable lessons and advices with you and check in with them as the weeks pass. I am mostly speaking to myself about this. Here is my big plan for the best 2018 ever, because it will only happen once in my lifetime:

Harness that authentic you. As of today, my resolution is: no holds barred. Clarity is my goal for this year. That includes everyone seeing me fucking clearly as I present myself. Me. Myself. My emotional reactions to compliments and difficult conversations. My self-acceptance. My aggressive sequined jumpsuits and beautiful vintage fur coats. My uncontrollable JOY when engaged with something I care about. The fact that I’m a suicide attempt survivor. The god damn scars on my arms and legs. That I’m going to talk about my mental health and progress in therapy. My blue velvet shoes. My big ass hair. The weirdness of my newly-started Saturn return. How interested I am when you talk about your passion. How much I fucking hate misogyny. How much I care that you’re not cold or hungry when you’re in my house. See all of it – all of it! I have nothing to be ashamed of and certainly nothing else to hide - here it is; you aren’t ready, but accept it.

Forgive and get over it. Write down every name that conjures venom in your heart and empathize with their pain, which ultimately caused how they treated you. Forgive and get over that coworker or boss from hell (especially if you still work with them). Forgive and get over your haughty cousin. Forgive and get over your ex, your ex best friend, your ex roommate, your mothers’ ex-husband. Your angry and violent starved inner child from 2011. No longer give these beings power over your days, your moods, your success, your healthy relationships. Burn the list and listen to some Cardi B. You can’t fuck with me if you wanted to.

Eat something you love. Even if it’s McDonald’s. ESPECIALLY if it’s McDonald’s and you’ve been treating that sincere craving like a bad habit. Whatever you can afford right now that feels good. I love McDonald’s and I have coupons.

Read books. Please read them. Read fantasy, nonfiction, read plays and poems and romance. Read essays by DeBord. Read Archie comics to understand Riverdale. Read the Shadowhunters series in public and don’t hide the cover.

Look around. Breathe in your surroundings. Know that this is not where you’re going to stay forever, and if it is by choice or circumstance, that’s fine too. There’s some good shit there. There has to be. Look in a damn mirror – that’s some good shit right there.

This year, most of all, provide a huge, sincere “F U C K  O F F” to whatever (whomever, wherever) stops you from loving, honoring, showcasing, and respecting you.

Happiest wishes for your year. The Salvage loves you.