Day: 3 January, 2017

I Resolve To

Not make resolutions. It’s a recipe for immediate disaster.   I’m fully aware that this is all psychological. And that calling a rose by any other name doesn’t make it any less than what it actually is, a rose.  That said, over countless years of drawing up list upon list of resolutions (and failing dismally to fulfill any), this MO seems to work better for me.  This renaming of resolutions as intentions.  Or desires.  Or to dos.  When I peg them as resolutions, my mind instantly conjures up the first day of a new year.  And that’s precisely how long those resolutions are remembered.  24 hours (if I’m lucky).  It’s as though if they’re called resolutions (or goals), they become more like, well, wishes.  And hopes.  Not focused, determined commitments to achieve or acquire (or rid oneself of) things that are of immense value, tangible as well as non tangible. AM I MAKING ANY SENSE? Is it the very same with you?  Or am I essentially writing a truckload of poppycock? At times, I wonder, …