On my way to RECtifying this semester.

Only harder than dragging yourself out of bed to go to class, is dragging yourself out of bed to go to the gym. On a Sunday. In the cold.

But, ever the motivated one, I did it. What did I learn?

It is beyond satisfying to follow through on a promise to yourself.

Sure, we all love helping other people and keeping our word, but there exists a special kind of satisfaction when we make good on a personal goal. Whether it’s finishing a paper, auditioning for a show, being less aggressive, or just trying something new, there is a rewarding feeling and sense of accomplishment to go along with it.

I am not really a fan of new year’s resolutions. Hard to make, harder to acheive, they almost stand as a constant reminder of what you cannot do, instead of what you can. Rather than setting a goal for the year and leaving it wide open as to the method of completion, I am trying for small weekly goals, like attending classes at our gym, aka the “rec,” or staying caught up on all of my reading.

It is not as sensational as losing forty pounds or climbing a mountain, but I am certainly in a far better mood. My friends and boyfriend could tell you that makes it more than worth it.