I have decided not to make any resolutions this year. 2021 = No Resolutions. That’s what I wrote in my journal anyway.
I ALWAYS make New Year’s resolutions. I look forward to making resolutions. I look back at last year’s resolutions and the years before that. I check off completed resolutions and roll over uncompleted resolutions.
Yet 2021 has already found me sitting on my front porch in January eating six powdered mini-donuts. I may have had sugar every day of the new year already. What gives?!
Frankly, I’m tired of striving, grinding toward perfection. Not that I ever came close, which was the problem after all. There is a time for goal crushing, no doubt, but this year I won’t be focusing on a million new ways to mold a brand new me in 2021.
I won’t be setting a book reading goal, but I’m sure to enjoy lots of good reads. I am not yet committing to 80 days of workout obsession, although I do plan to enjoy lots of exercise this year. Less striving means rest, and it also means acceptance. My New Year’s resolution is to not make any resolutions. And, to eat plenty of dessert this year!