No Resolutions

I never make them. New Year 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.

And yet.

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.

Don’t we secretly feel that we are stepping up to a newly drawn starting line on the first of January, that the new years road we see before us is clear and open, obstacles yet unseen?

There is certainly 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 together, we are all invited to ride that positive wave and perhaps benefit. At the closing in of midnight on the last night of December we bond even for the briefest of moments. Whether we state it or not it feels like a fresh start at something.