So.
Let’s talk NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS (this is to be said in a Morgan Freeman voice-of-God voice). Each year my family would dutifully make resolutions. Between Christmas and New Year’s Eve the family would discuss and plan what our resolutions would be. Lose weight, stop biting one’s fingernails, quit smoking and more were added to the list of resolutions that would inevitably be broken and forgotten by February, maybe March. This was a thing we did and while it seemed silly, it just was our thing.
In the last few years, I have learned that resolutions do not always work for me, one and also I will admit to falling in prey to a sort of social media-influenced thinking. I have friends on the Facebook and the Twitter who’s statues and tweets reproach the idea of the New Year’s resolution. The opinions (interpreted by me, so please excuse some liberties) range from the notion that each year is a new year and that January 1st is just another day on the calendar to a new year begins on your birthday to why wait for a particular day (January 1st) as the day to make changes. I actually can dig it and do tend to agree with this thinking but there is the part of me that finds the change in the calendar from one year to another almost magical. Sure, January 1st is another day but it’s like the mother of days. The beginning of a new year and there is something to be said about that particular brand of new.
But, as I said above resolutions do not work for me. They are vague, loads of pressure and really, they are just waiting for me to break them. Instead of resolutions I have been thinking of how I want my life to look and where I am now versus where I want to be in the next year.
I have work and personal and reading and fitness goals. I am motivated to get moving, look better and have fun!
Post your own New Year's goals below.
Rachée Fagg is a Delaware County, PA mom. This post was adapted from her blog, Say It Rah-shay.
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