No, this is not going to be a post where I write down all my silly New Years Resolutions and 5 months later tell you all how they didn't work out. Besides, I made my NYR's a little different this year. I was inspired by the movie New Years Eve. My favorite character in the whole film was the old lady played by Michelle Pfieffer. Hot shot Zac Efron helps her accomplish everything on her list of NYR's, which is more like a bucket list. Now I'm not an elderly woman, nor do I have a cute boy tackling my bucket list with me, but I have made some progress on my New Years Resolution Bucket List (NYRBL).
I'll admit, the first item on my NYRBL was to quit my job, and it was actually really easy. Easier than I expected, at least, and it has made me so much happier. I wasn't crazy about one of my managers, I hated the random hours, and I could not stand the call-in shifts.
The second, all-encompassing NYRBL was, in the word's of one of the smartest people I know, "F*ck it." You're probably thinking that I sound like a lunatic, but there is a method to my madness. I only have one more semester of high school, a few short months before I leave my friends, frenemies, and family. Although it's a sad thought, it's also liberating. Who cares if I make a fool out of myself at this point? I'll be high-tailing it out of this hell hole I call high school soon enough. Now, I don't want to go around insulting anyone who breathes, that's not what "F*cking it" it all about. No, I want to live my last few months here with confidence. I am not going to care what these people think anymore. I am going to go for what I want, regardless of what anybody else says. I'm going to stand up for what I believe in. I'm going to do what I like. I am not going to live in fear of the world around me. I am just going to live. To be Greta. To do me.
An exciting thought, you might say. And trust me, it is. I've applied this thinking in the past couple of weeks, and it has worked out well. But I have to be honest. After I have a total confidence moment, I freak out. I scare myself; I'm not used to acting like this, and I don't always know how to handle it. It's like this new version of me- still adventurous, curious, thoughtful, hotheaded, and caring- is emerging, but 10 times louder, 10 times more sure of herself, and 100 percent ready to take on the world.
(Or, at the very least, college.)
