When it comes to resolutions, I run a mile from heavy commands with an or-else clause built in. Even so, I can’t help noticing that here we are again at the start of a brand new year. Every commentator and blogger and TV channel (etc etc) is summarising the past year and making forecasts. You can’t escape the sense that this, like every new year, is a moment for serious reflection.
So (like you, maybe) I’m thinking, what will next year be like for me? How will it compare with last year? What do I want to do, yearn to do, intend to do? Not to be, but to do? Instinctively I keep the objectives specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, and time-bound — something between save-the-world and a tiny (30-second) habit.
Be yourself: good choice
Happily I have now shucked off a job that ate my brain in 2017: maybe it improved my character, but I’m reverting to my old (ha!) self again. I’m looking forward to doing more of the things that bring me joy.
- I think idly, I’ll have another adventure… probably going to the Mature Moves conference in Tasmania in September…
- I know I’ll be writing a book: no decision required, it’ll happen. I’m ready!
- Some home maintenance jobs loom up and as usual, I’ll do them sooner or later.
- Everyone’s life needs a bit of a tweak now and then. When the time comes, I suppose I’ll just do it: I wouldn’t say that requires a resolution.
If my resolutions seem sloppy to you, at least they are not intimidating—I hope. There’s nothing more depressing than the list of a super-achiever.
So basically, I’ll just enjoy the life I’ve got. It’s a funny little life, but I love it.
Image: Victory in ivory, an image from Ancient Greek female costume, public domain.