I stopped taking resolutions seriously about the same time I gave up on kicking my candy addiction.
Instead I like to start the new year by honoring the past year and the present’s mere existence. That’s right, here is the world, still turning, a whole year later. And here is my family, and here are my friends, and here am I!! Still (relatively) healthy! Still alive!
I’m so grateful that God had decided to give me this last year. It was long and lonely and so damn sad, at times. But it was necessary and it for sure beats being dead.
And secondly, I like to celebrate all the feelings that come with a new year — the mindset that a clean slate represents, the necessary push of our earthly clock and that unmistakable and almost child-like hope, that you can’t help but feel the itch of in your palms and fingers when you look at a fresh calendar — hope for something better this year or change or just for the time to pass that needs to pass, so that you can be delivered from one chapter of your life to the next.
I don’t worry so much about the future, to be honest. It gives me panic attacks and I like to avoid those at all costs. I figure there isn’t much of a point of worrying about something so much larger than myself, and something so much out of my control. But taking stock in the present, being thankful and not taking it for granted, has become something to celebrate.
