But my resolution this year is different. I stole the idea from some trash magazine at the gym one day (don't judge...how are you supposed to work out on a solitary machine for a half hour without dying from boredom? i'll tell you, it can't be done. hence, trash magazines). This year, I am picking a word and I am going to try to be/do/become that word throughout the year.
Words I have considered (and the reasons they were discarded):
1. sexy (please, I've dedicated my whole life to embodying that word... I need a challenge)
2. hungry (I mean let's face it, that's really what everyone else's resolutions are all about. but I gots to eat. and eat a lot. so that one just isn't going to make the cut)
3. wise (boring.. I'm trying to enjoy being young and dumb. D-U-M dum.)
4. sober (nah.)
5. Witty (have you read my blog? see explanation from #1)
My word for 2012 is...dumdadadum...
BOLD
I want to take every opportunity given to me (no matter what it is), be courageous, be adventurous, RUN outside of my comfort zone, try new things, share the gospel fearlessly and shamelessly, be crazy and foolish and ridiculous and young. I want to live boldly.
So there you have it folks...my NYR. A whole month before the rest of the world even starts thinking about what goal they can set and plan to fail at in a matter of weeks. Talk about ambition.
**Number 4 was a joke. Just in case my parents read this. Gottem'!
