I’ve heard, read and even said it myself. New Year’s resolutions don’t work.
Not so, I say now. The single idea that you shouldn’t make them because you can’t keep them is a quite frankly a bunch of bunk. So you run the risk of disappointment. Boo-hoo. Ever think that maybe you’re making the wrong kinds of resolutions.
New Year’s eve of 1999 changed my mind resolutely about resolutions. I clearly recall standing on the chilly back stoop of the house I lived in and yelling loudly at the night sky at midnight as nearby revelers from houses abutting my backyard joined in drunken cacophony. What was my resolution? I resolved to be happy.
Vague, you say? Too tall an order, perhaps? What do you mean you weren’t happy?
It all boiled down to this. I needed to make a resolution that got to the root of the matter. I was plain sick of rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic, if I may borrow an overused analogy. The year 2000, for me, thus became all about how to become happy. And it worked.
This year’s theme is trust, coupled with the underlying component of not taking myself so seriously. As the year unfolds with all its stresses, this theme will remind me that a) nothing is as bad as it appears, b) to trust that it’s all happening for a reason, and c)to take a moment to step back and laugh at myself.
But the very best thing about resolutions, whether they be broad or narrow, is that they can be renewed, changed or even tossed each and every day. You don’t need the turn of a calendar year to make them.