I am doing something radical for myself this year – no resolutions. For someone who loves accomplishments and goals, who expects and demands a lot from themselves, entering this New Year without a resolution is both disorienting and provocative.
You see, I have been getting more and more curious about who I really am. And I am finding that it is impossible to know the answer to that question when I impose strict routines and disciplines on myself. Those New Year Resolutions that I make every year only enforce who I think I should be.
What will remain when all that I tend to impose on myself is gone? Am I really a lazy slug at heart? Will I waste the whole year? Am I much different in reality than in expectation? Will I find nuggets of gold that have been hidden under rules? Will I find that I am kinder than I know myself to be?
Without images and impositions, what is left? I hope to find out, or at least see some glimpses, this year.