It’s the first of the month, and I feel refreshed. Though my social battery is running on empty, my patience for minor inconveniences has been tested to the maximum, and I have been dragging my feet to complete tasks in all corners of my life; I still feel like it’s New Year’s Day.

Like New Year’s Day, resolutions seem simple enough to achieve, but the only resolution I have with 60 percent of the year gone is to commit to myself. I grow tired of always starting something new, whether that be a hobby, diet, or some other third thing. I’m committing to finishing it no matter what that looks like.

I’m not saying I will be perfect. On the contrary, I am finding peace with imperfection because running from it makes it harder to chase my dreams.

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