“New Year, New Me”??

It’s the first day of the new year. Actually, the first day has come and gone. It’s now 1:18 am of the second day.

Twenty-four hours into 2022, am I a “new Me”? Kinda. I’m twenty-four hours worth of different. My body experienced billions of deaths today, at the cellular level. And billions of births. My body is comprised of approximately 50 billion different cells than yesterday. I’m literally a “new Me,” at least in part.

And beyond the life of cells, I experienced other changes to Self. I learned new ideas, practiced skills, tried something new, made decisions, decluttered an item from my home, worked on relationships, felt connection. All of these have impacted change on Me.

That being said, when I look in the mirror, I’m still recognizable. And if I weren’t, if at the end of every twenty-four hours if I were so “new” I couldn’t recognize myself, I would exist in a state of perpetual crisis.

And after 365 twenty-four-hour periods worth of change, I will most likely still be able to recognize my Self.

I don’t want to become a different Me, which is how I interpret “new Me;” I want to become *more* Me.

I want to be the most Me I’ve ever been. I want every change I experience to make me better acquainted with my Self.

I want 2022 to be a year in which I keep doing what I’ve been doing, just more efficiently and effectively, with greater clarity and focus, and with more strength and energy. I want to be concentrated. I want to be distilled of all the choices that aren’t Me and be 200-proof, which would make me all spirit.

But maybe that is the journey of a lifetime and not the gain of a single year. Then again, maybe we’re limitless and the journey of becoming oneself never ends.

So “New Year, New Me”? I think I’ll change that mantra to “New Year, More Me.”