You know how resolutions go. I know how they go for me. I can say I’m going to do something, but those words don’t carry me very far. Families talk about having reunions, but no one gets around to hosting the things. I was blessed to have a small high school class with some people who went the extra mile and planned the reunions. We had so much fun we started getting together at odd times during the year, or odd years. Now that it’s become a habit, that makes things easier.
I look out at the bird feeders in the snow and promise to fill them for the birds while the cats are stuck inside and can’t get to them. It didn’t get done. Instead, I just toss birdseed out behind the house where I can watch from the kitchen. I’ve been doing that since the great freeze hit, and I can see a lot of happy little birds outside my window. It has become a habit, so it gets done.
I don’t make resolutions for the next year. I don’t pick a word to focus on–though I love the idea of it and wish I had the will to follow through like so many of my friends are doing. Instead, I decide I’m going to do something and I force myself to do it without making any statements. If I say it, then I probably won’t follow through with it. That’s just me.
I’ve been putting off the rewrite of a book for months–wait, make that over a year. The distractions of a new life in a new place have overwhelmed me this past year, and I gave up to the distractions. So instead of making a resolution, I sat down and hit the rewrites Sunday, then Monday, and am finishing today. It’s the most soothing, healing part of my life right now.
So it really doesn’t matter what kind of resolution you’ve made for the new year. What matters is the doing. So get to it, do it, and move forward.