So we are officially 4 days away from 2018, and I haven't even thought of a resolution for the new year. I've decided that this year, I'm not going to worry about it. Deciding on resolutions, and sticking to them, is stressful...and I'm not going to put myself through it. My 2018 resolution is to not make a resolution. Just writing it down makes me feel a whole heck of a lot better, it's like a weight has been lifted from my exhausted shoulders. There is a method to the madness in my anti-resolution thinking this year, just let me explain.
Life for a parent is hectic enough without the added pressure of making ourselves promises we may or may not keep. Different from a goal, a promise truly hurts when we break it. Whether to ourselves or our loved ones, a broken promise can break a heart in two.
Goals are a step by step, gradual progress we choose to reach for on a daily basis. They can change yearly, monthly, or even daily.
Goals drop out of the sky when we aren't looking, land on our shoulders, and whisper encouraging words to reach for the brass ring. A resolution is a promise we make ourselves on only one day of the year, the first day of the year, that we feel we must keep for the next 365 days. No mistakes, no missteps. No thanks. Resolutions shout at us if they are ignored, or heaven forbid, totally forgotten. I'll take a personal goal over a personal resolution this year, and every year after.
Try my anti-resolution movement this year, breathe easier, and keep your eyes on the prize. The prize being an unexpected goal knocking on your door, not an unattainable, forced promise we feel that's expected. Monday morning, as you eat your black-eyed peas, remember to breathe, embrace happiness, and never give up. Look for the magic in the coming year - all you have to do is look for it.
Happy New Year!