It’s time for the old year to retire.
He’s lounging in a smoking jacket with his slippered feet up, and a tumbler of bourbon to help clear the path of reflection.
New Year’s resolutions have always seemed a little silly, and a lot naïve to me. It’s the same with people who say they’re, ‘finding themselves’ or trying to figure out ‘who they are’.
I don’t make resolutions any more. Not even secret ones just for myself. I simply try to find joy and silliness in every aspect of my life; work, parenting, friendship, love and yes, even housework.
If you are joyful, you become friends with yourself pretty damn quickly. Your body enjoys the kindness and you start eating and exercising naturally. Your work becomes a calling, and your relationships are a calm ocean where you can relax and refresh yourself.
We are born knowing ourselves. We tend to allow expectation and adulthood fog the landscape. During adolescence we seek approval from people who value meaningless things, and often never grow out of it.
If you’re busy looking for the next ego fix, you certainly can lose track of who you are and what makes your soul smile.
Ah, but not I. I’m one of the lucky ones. Life has rocked my boat and I’ve sprung a few leaks over the years, but I’ve held fast to my convictions and personal ethic.
Being a better person means being true to yourself, having the courage to do what’s right and not what’s cool.
Wishing you a joyful and peaceful transition into another calendar year. Be good to yourself, and choose joy.
Let the old year finish the bourbon and welcome the beautiful new year as the gracious, happy, loving lady that she is.