T’is that time of year where we offer up resolutions to the spirit[s] of New Year. Some we may keep, others we’ll discard and forget . . . until New Year arrives again.
In essence, we rather resolve to revolt—to embrace something we wholeheartedly believe is in our best interest, only to reject it when we grow weary of persistently [trying to] hold onto it.
You know, the definitions of resolution and revolution hold some similarities:
resolution = perseverance / purpose / resolve / determination / tenacity
revolution = transformation / alteration / reform / change / conversion
In fact, a revolution can be described as “a sudden or momentous change in a situation”.
But I digress. <he-he-he> It seemed fitting, at year’s end, to list resolutions with the [great] hope of sticking to them. So-o, let’s see if these are doable (they seem simple enough):
♦ lessen depression/stress/resentment (and accept the current situation as it is) ♦ clasp patience (and hold on tightly) ♦ write another book (time is not my friend at present, but I’ll extend a hand in greeting) ♦ get out more—literally ♦ lose five pounds (guess I’ll have to knock off those gosh-darn-nummy UK snowballs) ♦ take an on-line course or two (got to / want to keep learning) ♦ clean clutter (and move out those damnable dust bunnies) ♦ start my life finally (God/karma/deity willing, of course).
They sound easy-peasy enough. Let’s check a couple of months from now. <he-he-he> As Rey might say, “Never take something too seriously; life’s way too short.” How true, how true.