New Years Resolutions Stink
At the last new year party, someone asked me what my New Years resolution is. None, I casually answered, none at all. It feels quite nice to be stared at and left alone at a corner. Surely puts an end to casual conversations.
I will admit it right off the bat. A new year is a terrible time of the year. At least for me, who has to feel inadequate when everybody else rushes by to the gym, starts new projects or touts lofty goals. Me, not so much. Been there, done that, achieved none. New year resolutions didn’t even exist when people struggled to put food in their bellies, herded goats and milked their cows first thing every morning. We suburban things with cookie cutter houses and 2.2 kids should forgo this shit altogether. Too much time has been lost on this resolution nonsense.
So big deal. Another year goes by, resolutions made, resolutions failed, mistakes made, goals achieved, scores tallied and dead lines kept. Or not. And on the verge of another new year, we strive to re live them a little bit larger than previous. All these checklists; sometimes I wonder – what exactly do we do with these?
Do we really care for the better body, slimmer figure, better clothes, more money or is it just about finding a “new you” that you can really fall in love with? We are always trying to set new goals, as if once you achieve the new goals, you can say : Yes, finally I like what I have done. If not, why do we keep repeating this cycle year after year? Is once not enough?
This new year, I have decided to forgo all goals, all resolutions and just be happy with what I have. Terribly mediocre by modern standards and very unfashionable, I know, but I am just about done with checklists. I am just freaking going to like myself and accept myself flesh to bone, soul to skin. And that is all I am going to do. Sometimes, there’s just that much time left to fall in love with ourselves, because let’s admit it, most of our glowing days are behind us.
How many of us lose the 50 pounds and make the million bucks, really? And exactly how many of us has found the soulmate and Prince Charming in the very same year?
I am happy to be alive and healthy and I intend to love it. Not bad for a resolution, if you think about it.
And dream job? The job of living happily in our skin is the best job there is. I think so.