I don’t like New Year’s resolutions. I don’t like making them. I don’t like writing about them. I don’t like the societal pressure to engage in them. I don’t like that they lead to crowds at the gym. I don’t like when people ask what mine are since I don’t have a good response. I really don’t like that I can never, ever KEEP them.
So, let’s explore my clear emotional issues with such a simple and widely engaged in practice that most other people see as positive and worthwhile.
I would guess that every time I made New Year’s resolutions in the past, they were about losing weight. Until last year’s “pseudo-resolution” to adopt a healthy lifestyle (which was only sort of about losing weight and only sort of a resolution). I’m still working on that one.
Now don’t get me wrong – I agree with the general concept of making resolutions. I looked up the definition just to be sure. As a verb, to resolve is to come to a definite or earnest decision about something; to come to a determination. As a noun, resolve is firmness of purpose or intent; determination. Yep – sounds great to me!
That brings me back to asking myself why I am so resistant to give in to this time-honored tradition as I sit here in early January. I think it all stems back to the fact that I always failed to keep resolutions in the past and I’m afraid that I will fail again. Or maybe I just see it as pointless. Or do I really just not want to commit to certain things? Or am I just being contrary and rebelling against peer pressure? Or, speaking of pressure, does the whole idea of setting goals and trying to meet them just stress me out? And does it even matter?
So I resolve… not to. Not to set New Year’s resolutions. But don’t let that fool you. Or disappoint you. I am working on myself. I am working towards that elusive healthy lifestyle. And a few other things, as well. I am “firm of purpose and intent” and filled with determination. I am! So, again, I am playing with semantics – I am not making resolutions, but I am resolute.