Once upon a time I scrawled out resolutions by the bowlful. Lists and tips and ideas to get a new year done right, they filled my head and clogged my heart. Somewhere along the road I realized something: resolutions can be a bit of a downer. It’s always good to think of how to improve on oneself. But I notice that a lot of resolutions seem to involve the negative. I will not eat junk. I will stop biting my nails. Or drinking too much coffee. I will stop leaving messes out. Or whatever else. All that negativity tends to bum a person out. I’d rather be more realistic anyway. Also, one year is a 365 days long. A very long time to commit to do anything other than stay married, parent your kids, and remain gainfully employed. All of which you should continue to do if you’re in that boat.
I wonder what our year would be like if we took it one bite at a time? What if we looked at it in quarters, just four of them? Or maybe even months? There’s twelve opportunities to stop and restart. Because the gosh honest truth is that I always messed up on those resolutions anyway. I’d start strong and then end up bitter and disappointed with my feeble, fizzled out efforts. That’s no way to make change.