Tuesday, January 1, 2013

This Thing Called New Year's

I have never been a big fan of the dreaded "New Year's resolution."  Too much pressure. Too much judgment.  Too much expectation to be extra-ordinary - not with the veracity of the follow through, necessarily - just with the content of the resolution itself.  A "mine is better than yours" childish pissing contest that I tend to tire of very easily - no matter the subject matter.

I remember being mocked by someone for my response to the inane "what's your New Year's resolution?" question.  Like anyone that ever asked that gave a crap what the answer was.  Especially this particular time.  I was working for a small PR firm and an insufferable colleague of my equally insufferable boss asked me what my New Year's resolution was.  So I replied with what I felt was a very sincere response - much too personal for the complete tool I was talking to but I was feeling magnanimous.  "I don't actually believe in New Year's resolutions.  I believe if you want to make a significant change in your life - do it - regardless of the date on the calendar."  His tiny brain had trouble grasping this but I frankly didn't care.  I took the ridicule from him as I had on several other occasions - as part of the crappy $6 an hour job.

I still feel the same way.  Don't wait for January 1st to change the tide of your life. Don't think because January has come and gone that the window to start your own personal revolution has closed.  We really only get to do this once.  Live the life you'd go see if it were a movie, or read if it were a book.  After all you are the author.

Do great things....


  1. Christy, you're not the only one to think this. Everyday should be a new chance to start over...why wait till the end of the year.

  2. Christy....Thank you for this post....I am one to eagerly anticipate the new year as a beautiful expanse of opportunity and unknown adventures waiting for me. I have always tended to (at least to myself) list off the many ways I wanted to look back a year on down the road and 'be proud of my accomplishments.' Inevitably I fall short and am disappointed with myself. This year I decided to do a better job of taking credit for the unanticipated and spontaneous moments. Why be disapointed in a single failure to perform as I think I should (lack of consistantly exercising) when I can celebrate hundreds of random firsts and flashes of brilliance.