A Fresh Start
I’m an absolute sucker for New Years Resolutions.
I don’t understand people who hate NYRs because I am totally in love with the idea. An opportunity to make changes for a better, more fulfilling lifestyle with the full faith and motivation of the rest of the world?
Now that I think about it, I treat my resolutions like Catholics do their confessional. Offer me an opportunity to correct. Offer me a clean slate. Offer me an excuse to be different without making waves. It’s an invitation that feels so… safe.
But why do I lean on a date to tell me when it’s okay? Why do I feel weird about starting a new habit in the middle of a week, month, or year? Who’s to say what day can’t be the first day of a wonderful new path? I don’t know. I just blame my O.C.D.
I can’t help but feel excited this week as I work on my goals, habits, and motivation for next year. But I know in my heart that January 1st, 2012 is only a date. It is not a dependent factor of how I shape my life moving forward.
If I fail, the journey to be better cannot end. It will only start over on some other equally important/unimportant date.