It’s that cheesy time of year again when millions of promises are made, only to be broken, discarded, or totally forgotten over the next few months.
So I’m not completely a New Year’s cynic; I actually think there’s a lot of value in mapping out the goals you want to make happen over the course of the upcoming year. I just get frustrated at the amount of resolutions, in my own life and in the lives of countless others, that don’t get resolved.
I wouldn’t call myself a finisher; I often start projects, full of passionate, creative, innovative ideas, and abandon them when I get a little bored or when my next great idea comes along and whisks me away into that special place in my mind where I am a prettier, smarter, more talented, better me. I’ve been this way my whole life and the various notebooks strewn about my room give testimony to this. I have stories, ideas, crafts, plans, blogposts, designs, and drawings half-finished in forgotten piles. They live on my bookshelves, in my closet and purses, under my bed, even in my car. You would think that with all of these projects in my head, I would be able to just finish one already.
And there’s my resolution summed up in one haphazard sentence: to make this year, 2012, a year of finishing things.
Remember that better me I mentioned earlier, the me who only lives in my head (and who maybe laughs at the messes I get myself into sometimes)? Well, that better me is about to meet real life.
I’m done leaving things unfinished. I’m going to act on my good intentions and actually exercise regularly. I’m going to listen to my gut and research (and eventually try out) a healthy vegan diet. I’m going to listen to the Holy Spirit inside of me and engage in an intimate, growing relationship with my Savior.
And it’s all starting right here, right now.
Cheers, 2012.
