This is NOT a New Year Resolution Post


This is NOT a New Year Resolution PostI repeat: this is not a new year resolution post. This is not a change-everything-about-yourself-today post. So, if today marks the start of a completely new you that no longer eats bread, no longer yells at the kids for yelling at each other, and is now a day 1 dedicated CrossFit enthusiast, this post is not for you.

This is a post about a new way of change. A new way to evolve and a new way of acceptance.

You see, over the last…well, let’s just say over my lifetime, I’ve become a drastically different person a few times over. But, it didn’t happen after one late December night of gel pen journaling. 

My changes took time, failure, resurrection, and commitment.

They happened over years, not days. They happened by learning who I truly am, seeing honestly where I want to be, and making directional changes to close the gap. I found that I don’t actually care about washboard abs. I’ve never used that as a way to measure the worth of friends or family, so I learned to not use it as a way to measure my own worth. But it took time (years), and it took a whole lot of self-talks. Health is important to me, so my personal health goals may include regular gym time and intuitive eating, but my goal is not to look a certain way or accomplish some life-changing feat in a short amount of time. 

Of course, I am human and fall victim to the social pressures we all do. A cookie-baking mother, an actual yoga-loving pant wearer and I may even envision a Kim Kardashian waist from time to time. But all of these are just that: social pressures. When I envision myself reflecting on 60 years of life, none of these are factors. My waist doesn’t matter; my health does. My baking skills are irrelevant; I just think about the time with my family. And only 3% of the population actually practices yoga despite 90% of women wearing the pants, so I don’t even give space to that.  

Every January 1st, society pushes us to inflict more pressure on ourselves. To sit down and conjure up a handful of internal repairs that we must write down, share with our friends, and tend to immediately with no reserve, spending money and time. 

Feeling a little soft around the waist after a year in hiding from the Biological Goblin of 2020? You need to run out and buy $500 of cold weather running gear because you, Becky, will complete a marathon this year. So now you have committed every thought and spare moment to keep up with your resolution. Forget that it makes you feel terrible when you can’t stick to your running schedule because you were already maxed out on time. Unless you are truly a runner at heart or truly have fitness as one of your passions, you’re likely to fail. Am I saying you can’t go from couch potato to marathon runner? No, I’m not. I’m saying that it may take months or even years of training, changes in habits, conditioning, and commitment. So a half-hearted marathon goal from someone who loathes running (I am “someone”) on December 31st, is set to fail 90% of the time. 

What I’m saying is: Don’t do it to yourself. 

I’ve managed to break a multi-generational cycle of extremely low education, intense poverty, alcoholism, and sexual abuse. I’ve gone from a high school gym flunkee to a three deployment United State Sailor who couldn’t even run a gym lap before training for Bootcamp. From a high schooler sleeping in her car outside a family member’s house to owning multiple homes. 

I’ve dropped a technical career and picked up Motherhood and numerous other jobs, passions, and pursuits. I’ve unapologetically said goodbye to bad friendships, relationships, and family members. And I’ve broken up with parts of myself that were not welcome in the life I am manifesting.

None of these things happened from a new year resolution. 

Make goals, take actionable steps, and welcome the journey of change. There are times you will need to shelf your pursuits to tend to life. You shouldn’t feel bad about that. Every morning is a new chance to make different choices, to manage your time better, to choose yourself and your family over toxic relationships. You don’t need the winter solstice to give you permission.

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Hello! I'm Jessica. I grew up in Northern Indiana where I joined the Navy right out of high school. After 3 deployments and some amazing port calls I married a fellow sailor and began a family. We moved around a few times in search of a forever city. After a few visits to the Chattanooga area we fell in love and set in motion our move to the highly recommended Signal Mountain. I am slowly chipping away at my marketing degree while working part time at a local marketing agency. I am also a huge portrait photography lover and have a small studio up here on Signal Mountain where I shoot luxury portrait for children and women. You can check out my work at We have 2 kiddos, Jazzy(6) who's larger than life and Joseph(3) who is taking his sweet time growing up. We have always planned to adopt as well and are currently awaiting a match for a big sister in need of a loving home. I also volunteer as a court advocate for abused and neglected children in the area. It's a great program and you can check out more at You can find me binging true crime podcasts and dark drama shows late at night. I'm a serial hobbyist, I'll never turn down an iced coffee, I actually try hard not to cuss like a sailor and I love meeting different kinds of people.