It’s about this time every year that I’m busted on my New Year’s resolutions.
Around the beginning of December you start thinking about the things you want to change in your life. When we’re full-blown into the holiday season, with Muzac Christmas carols running in all the stores, the downtown decorations are up, and everybody’s house glows at night with little twinkly lights. The scent of orange and cinnamon and cloves hangs in the air, giving you confidence that things are looking up.
Throw in an episode of Rudolph and several viewings of Christmas Vacation, and nothing seems impossible. You think to yourself, why, this could be the year you make some real changes.
Change all those nasty habits. All the things you don’t like about yourself.
So you begin to hope, to believe that at this one moment in time – this beginning of the new year – when everybody seems to be wanting change in their lives, too – that maybe it’s possible.
Maybe it’s possible for me to actually get up and go to the gym.
Maybe it’s possible for me to walk in my neighborhood.
Maybe it’s possible for me to stop eating – fill in the blank(s).
Maybe it’s possible for me to get to work on time.
Maybe it’s possible for me to read a book in a week. In a month. In a year.
Maybe it’s possible for me to watch less television.
Those have been some of my most popular resolutions over the years. None of which I consistently follow.
Whether it’s the cold, bleakness of January, or the fact that it’s just hard to make changes, I give up on whatever resolutions I made for myself.
But not this year.
My New Year’s resolution for 2013?
To cut myself some slack on all the things I can’t seem to follow through on. All the things I’d like to change about myself but haven’t gotten there yet.
To be resolved that every day is the New Year. With all kinds of possibilities.
To get back up and try again. Every day. Sometimes many times a day.
With all the Grace and Power of the universe at my disposal.
Oooops. Better go turn off the television.