My Last Resolution
By the time you read this, it will be 2020 and I wish you the happiest of New Year’s. I am writing this early in the morning on the last day of 2019 before I head out to train. I am ushering in the New Year without pomp. I am doing the sorts of things I do on an ordinary weekend, but with the intention of setting a tone for 2020. Two thousand nineteen was an exciting year for me filled with change and growth. It was not without its hard decisions, heartbreak, and failures, too — which makes sense. Over the course of the year things change and people change. Life happens. Change inevitably happens.
And it doesn’t just happen when the clock strikes twelve and the calendars get set back to January 1. It doesn’t just happen during January and into February when we see folks sprint out of the gate chasing their New Year’s resolutions. It happens regardless of whether or not you want it to. It happens all the time.
We can harness the energy of intention behind change at any point in the year. And for me, setting those intentions based on the calendar doesn’t really resonate. It feels forced. My mother says, “I made a resolution years ago not to make any New Year’s resolutions, and I am keeping it.” I always liked this. When I was in college I adopted this outlook and removed the obligation to lose weight and find true love come January 1: misdirected goals that hadn’t been truly considered…
