I hate transitions. I dread the New Year must-change-everything-about-myself flip outs. I cannot stand the freak outs over a new school semester. Even people coming off of a holiday break and going back into their regular work routine drive me bonkers. Don't even get me started on new jobs, new relationships, important life events, etc.
Change is scary. I get it. I freak out too. Oh my gosh, it's 2015. I should lose weight. Get a haircut. Pierce my eyebrow. I should quit my job and go back to school. I'll write a blog. I'm only going to eat organic. I'm going to travel the world. I should really conquer all of my fears at the same time and take on a completely random hobby because I haven't done anything substantial in the past decade. Holy-crap-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life-I've-never-won-an-Olympic-medal!!
It's like the "what-the-hell" effect stopped counting calories and overdid it on everyone's ambition at the same time.
But humans are creatures of habit. So the insane amount of anxiety that accompanies this kind of change is not exactly a pleasant thing to experience AT THE SAME TIME AS EVERYONE ELSE IN A FRENZIED MOB OF CHAOS.
Self-improvement is awesome. It's something we should all be striving for. But let's not crash diet our way into depression, people. When was the last time you jumped from the bottom stair all the way to the top in one leap? I'm betting you had to walk up the stairs no more than 2 at a time. You may have even crawled. It was probably not the fastest means to your end and it might have frustrated the crap out of you...but you got there, right? You weren't juggling and singing in Cantonese while you climbed up those stairs either. One thing at a time, one step at a time.
You're going to have a new routine in 2 weeks anyway.
