It seems that everywhere I look these days, there are whispers of resolution. Facebook statuses crying in agony with muscle pain, affirmations to do things differently from guilty parents, partners and children, and smokers staring at their chilly cohorts, while they chew monstrously on their nicotine gum.
Is it just me, or have we lost the whole point of the New Year?
We build ourselves up during the holidays, with wine, rich foods and credit card bills, with the strange admission that we are going balls out because it is the end of the year, it is Christmas, or it is a time for celebration.
Then when all is said and done, we have the bottle blues, the credit card blues, and the hangover of reality looming in our vapours.
Then, we transfer the guilt of gluttony into some strange sort of self inflicted pity party. We look not at the beauty and moments of perfection that have gone by during the past year; instead we look only at our faults and what we need to do better.
Now, don’t get me wrong- I am very into self evaluation and betterment. Many people say that I am too hard on myself actually. The only difference is: I have stopped making the New Year about resolutions.
I refuse to write up a list of all of the things I haven’t done and need to do better, or else.
I refuse to set myself up for failure.
I refuse to spend money on unnecessary memberships, self help books or miracle cures.
I refuse to push my body to within an inch of its life, all in the name of fizzle failure fitness.
Rather, this year I am maintaining a quiet revolutionary status.
I will honour my accomplishments.
I will treat my body with respect.
And even more importantly, I will write out a brand new list of GOALS.
Don’t confuse a list of goals, with a list of resolutions. Goals that are set, with a logical time frame and with a set of simple standards is much easier to accomplish than the list of disillusioned resolutions.
It is time to stop all of this unnecessary unhappiness with our lives. Sometimes there is such a thing as too much introspection.
Yes, if you are living in a gambling, drinking, drug induced coma then perhaps your list of goals will be a bit longer… but come on. All and all, we are too hard on ourselves these days.
A few of my Goals for the Year:
Walk more often
Spend less time working and more time with my children
Think before I speak
Honour my thoughts and listen to my instincts
Buy a bicycle
Have my line of Jewellery in stores from the West Coast all the way to the East
Paint at least one painting
Spend more time in the garden
Will I reach my goals this year? Yes, I believe so. They are simple, they don’t put too much pressure on my lifestyle and most importantly – they don’t make me into someone that I am not.
My hope for this year is that you will be a bit easier on yourself. Join the resolution revolution and leave your guilt at the door.
Is it just me, or have we lost the whole point of the New Year?
We build ourselves up during the holidays, with wine, rich foods and credit card bills, with the strange admission that we are going balls out because it is the end of the year, it is Christmas, or it is a time for celebration.
Then when all is said and done, we have the bottle blues, the credit card blues, and the hangover of reality looming in our vapours.
Then, we transfer the guilt of gluttony into some strange sort of self inflicted pity party. We look not at the beauty and moments of perfection that have gone by during the past year; instead we look only at our faults and what we need to do better.
Now, don’t get me wrong- I am very into self evaluation and betterment. Many people say that I am too hard on myself actually. The only difference is: I have stopped making the New Year about resolutions.
I refuse to write up a list of all of the things I haven’t done and need to do better, or else.
I refuse to set myself up for failure.
I refuse to spend money on unnecessary memberships, self help books or miracle cures.
I refuse to push my body to within an inch of its life, all in the name of fizzle failure fitness.
Rather, this year I am maintaining a quiet revolutionary status.
I will honour my accomplishments.
I will treat my body with respect.
And even more importantly, I will write out a brand new list of GOALS.
Don’t confuse a list of goals, with a list of resolutions. Goals that are set, with a logical time frame and with a set of simple standards is much easier to accomplish than the list of disillusioned resolutions.
It is time to stop all of this unnecessary unhappiness with our lives. Sometimes there is such a thing as too much introspection.
Yes, if you are living in a gambling, drinking, drug induced coma then perhaps your list of goals will be a bit longer… but come on. All and all, we are too hard on ourselves these days.
A few of my Goals for the Year:
Walk more often
Spend less time working and more time with my children
Think before I speak
Honour my thoughts and listen to my instincts
Buy a bicycle
Have my line of Jewellery in stores from the West Coast all the way to the East
Paint at least one painting
Spend more time in the garden
Will I reach my goals this year? Yes, I believe so. They are simple, they don’t put too much pressure on my lifestyle and most importantly – they don’t make me into someone that I am not.
My hope for this year is that you will be a bit easier on yourself. Join the resolution revolution and leave your guilt at the door.
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