No, I don’t make resolutions.
I don’t think you should either. They’re based on an arbitrary “clean slate” that literally could start any time you’d like.
For example, my clock is just about to switch over to 4:22 PM. A new minute is a clean slate, isn’t it?
There’s no need to wait for January 1 to begin something important.
On the other hand, I do appreciate the idea of recapping a time period in one’s life. In fact, I often spend time at the end of the year and the beginning of the new year thinking about my hard work over the last 365 days. It usually makes me feel accomplished and ready to take on another 365 days of hard work.
This year, however, is different.
I don’t want to spend 2013 thinking about 2012.
2012 was, of course, not the most awful year someone could have experienced, so I am thankful that my problems in 2012 were not earth-shattering.
Believe me, I know that, in the grand scheme of human lives, I have a pretty good one.
But 2012 was hard. HARD.
And I have been spending the last 4-5 months feeling sorry for myself. I’ve wallowed a bit. I’ve wallowed a lot.
I’ve beat myself up for wallowing, and then I’ve wallowed in the self-pity I had for beating myself up.
So I have very little interest, today, in reflecting on 2012.
2012 and I are splitsville. I’m calling it quits.
I’m all 2013, I’m all present, and I’m all future.
That feels awesome.