I turned 25 last week. To cushion the blow from the existential crisis this brought on, and also to pretend that there remains time to be better, I made a list of resolutions. I made boring ones like be better, eat better, do things that will postpone your impending aging and death. But I also made ones like read better, work better and love better. So in no particular order I share these with you, kind reader.
To not work a job where what I wear seems to matter more than what I think.
Unless I’m a model. 80% sure I will not be a model. This rule does not apply to changing careers to become a medical professional; people on the subway are nicer to people wearing scrubs.
To not have text conversations with emoticons in them; actually tell people how I feel with words.
No more of this I <3 you like (pizza). Straightforward sentences like: I LOVE YOU LIKE I DO PIZZA. I want you in my life everyday even if it makes my stomach upset and my arteries swell. You make me happy let’s live a greasy and amazing life together.
To use more emoticons in text conversations and let people know how I feel even if I cannot find words.
Sometimes words are hard to find, I’m looking for that perfect line. And when there are no more songs from my adolescence that tell you how I feel, I will heart you. I will <3 the crap out of you. I will 
and 
and :-*
To figure out my love life and try out this commitment thing.
I’m 25 years old! I should have a boyfriend… sometimes.
Image source: Tumblr, The Mindy Project
To surround myself with intelligent, kind people.
I will actively seek out an echo chamber of kindness so I’m nurtured enough to never be unforgiving.
To read more books:
Actual books, not blogs, not memoirs, not crime fiction. Real, big-ass books.
To spend time outdoors every day (the pool does not count as outdoors) and be one with nature.
Smell the dew, walk on the grass… No. F that. The outdoors are gross. I will stay indoors and protect my skin and sanity.
To start adhering to lists and plans.
Image from BuzzFeed/Parks and Recreation
And for the love of God, to STOP BUYING MORE SUNGLASSES. They’re not like bracelets, I can only wear one pair at a time. Nobody even cares about sunglasses any more.
The end.
