You can’t help but see one phrase on social media today: “New year, new me.”

It’s kind of hard to avoid the (shamefully funny) memes, or sarcastic tweets. Even the sincere statuses that I believe to be heartfelt, despite the inevitable criticism from internet trolls. Because I’m still in my robe, and far from being ready to ring in anything, I’ll keep this blog short.

Maybe you don’t necessarily need a “new you”? I feel like this is a lot of pressure for a 24-hour period, my friend.

Personally, I’ve always found it hard to come up with a New Year’s Resolution. When people ask me, I’m close to saying something along the lines of, “I promise to never eat half a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos in one sitting.” For the sake of my adulthood, I opt for this instead: “I just want to be better.” An all-encompassing promise to myself that I will indeed find a resolution to any challenges this year will bring, and to know above all else, that I am capable.

No “new me,” just the old one with repairs, a titanium plate or two. Because who doesn’t want to be a metaphorical cyborg?

You don’t need to leave the “old you” in the dust this year. Bring it along for the ride, and resolve to focus on “you” in general: past, present, and future. Because they’re all vital parts of who you are. Take care to treat them that way.

Well, that’s all folks. I wish you nothing but the best this 2015. And if this is indeed the year we finally see the zombie apocalypse, remember: a sword never runs out of bullets. See you at Terminus. (Sike.) #ShamelessTWDReference

p.s. I want to apologize for not blogging as much as I used to. I guess this is something I obviously have to “resolve.” It seems I’d gone through a phase where my writing had to be pristine before publishing, even on my own blog. Which is not a bad habit to have, per say, but kind of defeats the purpose of my already imperfect, sometimes broken, and always raw “blog-a-ful” feelings. This is something I will definitely do “better.” Cheers.