Let me say it again, “I HATE NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS!”
They don’t last.
Sure, there is ado with the notion of an “accountability partner” or some other “coffee talk” idea.
Blah, blah. Doesn’t work in my world.
It’s always been easy to create the year-end muse. Formula = list the regrets and all things that pissed you off this year. Then go backwards.
My examples have been… Shoulda spent more time with the kids, didn’t finish writing my book, blew that relationship, forgot to call mom on her birthday….
“Voila!” sez me.
- Spend more time with the kids
- Finish the book
- Grow the love
- Call Mom
Whew! Let’s call it a day and party in the New Year, yes?
Not so fast. At the risk of offending Hallmark, Bev-Mo and Yahoo E-cards, I say it’s all a scam, designed to put you in a mood to buy cards, gifts and booze, once you realize you have again failed your astute goals.
What to do? Can’t let the ball drop without some sort of life altering commitment, right?
A friend’s recent question—“What are your resolutions for 2012?” inspired this rant and also caused me angst to find an answer.
I hung up the phone and decided to jump off the planet for a minute. Turned off the media, hushed my son and sat in silence.
Within a moment, it filled my senses to where I had to jump up and write the words. Didn’t jump though, rather stayed put and let the thoughts season. Still in that quiet place…my inside voice spoke, “It is not empty promises to yourself that effect change.
Gotta go deep. To the core. Don’t change anything; rather take what you do now and simply focus…”
So——–my 2012 direction is simple. Less than a sentence even.
… breathe….. look around…breathe again…then act…..
Happy New Year, with side dishes of hope, love and prosperity. ♥♥