Sometimes it’s just the middle of January and BAM—there goes a resolution—swirling, plummeting out of reach.
Is it that we fickle humans aren’t steadfast in our “Dear Me” loyalties? Are expectations too high, or perhaps the initial “Happy New Year” excitement spurred us on? Did you do it? Did you promise yourself? To what extent?
Nice instead of nasty? Walk the dog twice no matter the weather? Eat less, dance more? Read more fun stuff, less news? Nicotine freedom? Treat coffee with more respect?
What really, really matters deep within?
A quote has been at eye level in my writing lair for years. I find it to be most effective in January, and it self propels itself. It is, perhaps, a doable resolution:
“I am only one. I can’t do everything, but I can do something, And, I will not let what I can’t do interfere with what I can do. The something I ought to do, I can do. And by the grace of God, I will. [Edward Everett Hale] (1822-1909)
Thank you, Sir.