Last summer as an editorial intern, I had the pleasure of dissecting a proposal for a fantastic book by Rosie Molinary called Beautiful You: A Daily Guide to Radical Self-Acceptance. Now, I look over a lot of proposals in my field of work. A lot. And I always feel like I forget almost every single one of them. But this one literally changed my life. I read through each sample chapter, enjoying the premise of the book: that you should appreciate who you are – as an individual, not just as a mother, sister, friend, or girlfriend – each and every day. Then I got to a section where she suggests making a list of goals every year for your birthday. The number of goals should equal the number of years you’re turning. The idea was infectious. During my lunch break, I walked to a nearby park and wrote frantically, filling up the page with all the things I dreamed for myself. It felt substantial in a way that New Years resolutions never do. It felt necessary.
This list is the reason why I made it all the way to New Zealand, the reason why I wrote a letter to the Queen of England, the reason why I’ll be out of credit card debt next week, the reason I learned to grow squash, the reason I swam alongside a penguin, the reason I went on my first 5-day backpacking journey with my father, the reason I’ve taken surfing lessons. And that was just at age 22. Next week, I’ll be drafting 23 new goals, and I’m excited to say Rosie prompted a tradition in my life that I will never leave behind me.
Anyway, this fabulous book is finally pubbing, and I recommend it to all my girls, and all my guy friends who know girls.
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Here’s to reaching all 23 goals and growing into an even stronger woman every year.