2015 is finally here. The year I will purposefully turn my life upside down and not look back.
My New Year’s resolutions over the past several years—usually professed after a few glasses of sparkling wine or cocktails, while surrounded by my favorite people—were all geared toward overcoming my introverted ways. Instead of the the old stand-by pledge to lose weight or take an art class, my resolutions were carefully designed shyness-busting goals for that year, such as:
– Saying yes to more things than I say no to.
– Making eye contact and smiling at people even if I don’t know them.
– Talking to strangers.
– Inviting friends to do things, instead of waiting to be invited.
And, unlike some typical doomed resolutions, for the most part I followed through and claimed victory over those particular battles in the war to metamorphose into a more confident version of myself—woohoo!
This year, however, I had no such elaborate self-improvement resolutions. I have only one goal this year, one thing that rules my thoughts, my days, my dreams; and I’ve been planning it for half a year now: travel. That’s it. That’s the big concept.
BUT, there are also things I want to accomplish while on my journey, goals I want to achieve while on the road. So without further ado, in no particular order, my 2015 Travel Resolutions are:
1. Talk to strangers and learn their stories.
2. Write every day, even if it’s just notes.
3. Take photographs that go deeper.
4. Get off the beaten path.
5. Find the beauty, comedy, meaning in everything around me.
6. Use all of my five senses to take in the world.
7. Say yes.
With these resolutions, I hope to continue my quest to build up my wallflower’s confidence, let the beauty of the world permeate my veins, and wring out every drop of incredible.
I can feel it. 2015 is going to be a good year.
*Do you have any travel resolutions for this year?
Happy for you, K. Good luck with your new adventure. Can’t wait to read about your travels and see all the incredible photos you’ll be taking.
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