This Ain't Your Usual 'Failed Resolutions' Post (I Promise)

Now that we got that whole New-Year-Resolutions-Fresh-Beginnings- mumbojumbo bit out of the way, let's get honest. Most of us have failed at our resolutions by now, and I'm no exception. Yep. You read it right. Not even halfway into January and I'm calling it quits.

Ahhh....that feels good.

I'm only being half facetious. I'm sure lots of people are doing great at theirs. And I'm not really quitting anything. The other half, however, is spot on. Especially the 'feels good' part. Before you start flinging the tomatoes, let me explain a little. There is a method to my madness.

Like my other bazillion fellow Americans/World Citizens, I saw the New Year as a perfect time to start a-fresh. It made sense to hold off on starting that diet (whilst stuffing another cupcake into my mouth), start an exercise regime, or re- read "HP and The Deathly Hollows.'" Even if you don't celebrate it (and I have no idea who doesn't), New Year's Day is a world recognized holiday, implying well, the word new. New Year, New You, New Resolutions, New anything. And the energy of a a bazillion resolutions being made around the same time gave me the impetus, momentum and excitement to even consider making my own resolution, which I did. And for the first few days, it worked. I felt New. I sensed Newness in my purpose. I even got a new coat and other new clothing. But then, the 'newness' started to wear off, I was back at the daily grind, and things started going a little downhill. Here's the thing though: instead of getting all in a hizzy fit over it, I'm actually enjoying the ride. Wheee!! It's fun!!

It's perfectly understandable if you were to assume that I've lost my mind and have gone a bit whacko. I sometimes wonder the same thing. But...I haven't. Because I very cleverly included in my New Year's Resolution, to fully embrace the fact that it could fail, and that if and when it did, I'd still feel happy and New and shine up like a penny. 

Because somewhere along the way, somewhere in my #$^& years of accumulated wisdom (either wisdom or early onset senility), I've learned to adapt. Its how I survive, indeed how our species has survived millenia after millenia of hardships that threaten to destroy. So what if I cheated on the diet. Who cares if I didn't hit the gym. It's been a few days since I published something? Meh. Tell me something new.

I'm still alive, and so are the people that I love. And in light of the recent tragedy in Arizona, that is reason enough to be happy and grateful and not take a single day for granted. And maybe, if I don't give up but choose to focus on what's true and right and civil, I- even I- can make a difference in this world somehow. Our nation needs so much healing right now. I feel we're under a terrible threat, and I figure, I can do my part by not guilting myself out over missed opportunities, but by sending healing energy to those that really need it, our leaders included.

Will I get back up and start anew tomorrow? Probably. Will I fall down a few more times before its all said and done? No doubt. But each step I take, I'm convinced, brings me closer. Closer to what? Well, that's the question only you can answer for yourself.

I've joined the Circle with Laura Day, and its changing the way I live. Read about it here and if you're so inclined, join us! The more the merrier!