I never make them. The Resolutions. It only creates unnecessary stress, a perceived glowering, like something breathing down my neck kind of presence I don’t care to invite. Like something waiting and watching for me to back-slide into whatever failure-type of behavior I am attempting to shed; smugly eyeing up my virtuous promises and entreaties while calling for wagers.
There is something to be said about re-assessing ones path, choices, habits and behavior. And maybe there is a certain combined power when this is done annually en masse, joining in with all the other hopeful pledges of positive life changing vibes ringing out around the globe. Somehow maybe the odds to bring desired change about are better when we get swept into that current of optimism.
Because I think it’s safe to say every New Year’s Eve pretty much everybody is somewhat optimistic for the year ahead. We surround ourselves with friends, family or even strangers and shout and sing for the promise of a new beginning. We all want good things to happen in our lives. We want to feel we will do this or that better, be better, do more of what makes us happy, do more for others. Even if we don’t say it out loud as a resolution per say.
Don’t we secretly feel that we are stepping up to a newly drawn starting line, that the distance we see before us is clear and open, obstacles unseen?
Or ignored but you get what I’m saying.
There is power in group intention, benevolent or dangerous, we see it enacted all the time. A great channelling of energy. So when the climate is positive such as in happy celebrations that involve thousands we all ride that wave to some degree and perhaps can benefit.
No hard-line resolutions for 2017, instead I have intentions. And although the saying goes that the road to hell is paved with them, they are malleable and forgiving, more reflective of the human condition. I want the freedom of expansion or retraction as I meet upcoming challenges.