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A manifesto for life…

As I stand here, on the brink of my ‘adult life’,  it comes to mind that I should make some kind of promises…pledge to be a good kind of person, the kind you’d want to know.

I’ll start with the big stuff…

I promise to try and be the kind of person who can let go of the past. I tend to hang on to grudges and regrets and disappointments. But I’ll try and stop because I want a mind that’s open to new opportunities, not preoccupied by the past.

I promise to be kinder to myself, physically and emotionally. To eat healthily(ish) and make time to move a bit more, make some good habits. And to stop beating myself up. To try and ‘learn to love myself’ like everyone’s always saying you should do.

I promise to be kind to you. Whoever you are. If you’re just stopping by I hope that you get some good vibes and if you know me then please expect it from me and call me out if it doesn’t happen.

I promise not to give up. Whatever challenges I’ll have to face, whether or not I feel strong enough to persevere, I’ll try to do it anyway. The seemingly simplest of things, getting a job, is already proving a challenge and the rejections are really no fun but I’ll keep trying.

I promise to be excited about the future more than I’m scared of it. To always try and find things to look forward to and embrace the unknown. And not to feel too sad about getting older.

I promise to go back to my natural hair colour at least once in my life.

I promise to always use my right to vote and make the effort to make an informed decision.

I promise to save money sensibly most of the time and spend recklessly a little bit of the time.

I promise to always remember how gross smoking is and to never start.

I promise to get everyone dancing to Take That at my wedding.

I promise not to take people for granted. To always be polite and to make people feel valued.

I promise to limit the amount of days I spend in pyjamas doing nothing productive. But I promise I’ll do it occasionally.

I promise that I will never, ever send anyone invites to any Facebook game…ever.

I promise to try and have as much fun as possible even when I’m doing things that don’t immediately scream ‘fun’ at you.

I promise to name my future cats after Jim and Pam from The Office.

I promise to stop being so addicted to Facebook and to stop using it to compare my life to other people’s. And to never be someone who cares so much about it that I feel the need to complain when the layout changes.

I promise to take more photos so I don’t forget anything.

I promise to never care even a little bit about what the Kardashians or anyone from TOWIE/MIC are up to.

I promise to travel.

I promise to back up my computer regularly.

I promise to become a grandmother with stories worth telling.

I promise to always bring cake.

That’s all for now

x

Written for the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge.

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8 thoughts on “A manifesto for life…

  1. Inese Poga Art Gallery says:

    Getting older shouldn’t scare anybody since this will happen anyway. You will sometimes feel so disappointed because things usually don’t happen as you expect them to. They can turn out better or worse, but we plan, and our plans can go down the pipe without any warning. It’s good to be realistic about our abilities and weaknesses. Not everything what is assumed to be right or good will be right or good for you, as well. We are unique, so is our destiny. Health is probably one thing which you will never get back once you loose it, so take good care of it. Things like computers and saving money are really not that important. You will see how difficult it is to be kind to everyone. There are also people who do not deserve being treated kindly, honestly and trustfully.

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  3. zoediazmcleese says:

    I love this manifesto. I’m currently writing one for my time studying abroad. I totally relate to taking more pictures. I always forget to take pictures, but I think it’s a really therapeutic thing to do, and I know I’ll appreciate it in the future!

    xo,
    Zoe | La Vie en Zoe

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