It’s nighttime, not a specific date, when I ponder life questions; queries which, to others, become catalysts for New Year’s resolutions: Where have I failed? Am I a success? Where do you find strength and stamina to follow through on resolve to accomplish goals and ambitions? When did I get so fat?
I used to make New Year’s Resolutions – earlier in my life when I was more of a follower. I’d write them down – alphabetically, not in an order of most importance – in a new journal purchased especially for the year’s resolutions. I’d keep track of actions, write notes of accomplishments, and even jot down occasional failures. But by late-February or early March, the journal would get stuffed into a desk drawer (out of sight, out of mind) or the spoiled pages would be ripped out and shredded leaving a relatively new journal with blank pages ready for new thoughts vacant of resolve.
As I aged, I stopped making New Year’s Resolutions. Perhaps because of maturity. Maybe because of failures. Probably because I’m lazy. I do reflect on m life when a new year begins. But I now believe life changes and success occur because we turn our intentions into actions and not because of promises made when turning the page on a new calendar.