New Year’s resolutions are very demanding.
Why do we set so many at once? And when did we opt for a big list of habitual adjustments rather than one or two major milestones we want to accomplish that year?
Because shouldn’t it be about that year?
What’s the point of making it a resolution if you’re only going to rattle off the exact same to-dos 365 days later?
I don’t know about you, but when I set resolutions, they always sound eerily similar to the goals I set a year or two prior.
Of course, I take great care to phrase them differently each time. Because that totally unrelated thing that may sound the same but definitely isn’t? Yeah, I crushed it last year.
It’s always about working out more, eating healthier, going to church, spending more time with friends and family, leveling up as a professional, saving money, writing more, reading more, practicing self-love, quitting social media, traveling more, getting a house or a pet or a new car.
But I’m not sure we, as human beings, are programmed to do all of those things at once. Not even half. Not even a third.
Most of them are habits. And if you go straight from doing nothing to dominating everything, your body and brain are going to freak the hell out—and you’re gonna jump ship real quick.
So I’m taking a new approach this time around.
I’m tackling things in waves, kicking off a new set of goals every month(ish). It could be more often, it could be less. But I’m not going to start a new thing until I feel comfortable with the previous month’s focus.
Here’s an example: I absolutely want to live and eat healthier, but January is such a crummy time to adjust both. Holiday festivities trickle over, so a hard stop on delicious food and drink is nearly impossible.
And I’m not saying this to bash the new members clearly more committed to their resolutions, but holy smokes do I hate crowded gyms.
So instead of abandoning the health kick altogether, I’m making smaller changes in the meantime, like only taking the stairs at work and drinking more water.
Like, a lot more.
Like, from none to 70 oz. a day.
I’m not proud.
Another perk to waiting things out is using this “buffer” to gauge what I’m even capable of, like finishing four books in a month. That’s going to happen, and I’m not sure I could have said the same had I started doing all the things on January 1.
So what’s next? More books, more stairs, more water and less social media.
I’ll have a separate blog about that soon.
Because I do want to get back to writing more often. And wouldn’t ya know it—I have several scheduled already!
I’ll also spend the next month reconnecting with close friends. The last few months have been weird (another blog), and I’ve realized some relationships require a little more TLC.
This isn’t for the sake of staying friends with everyone, but to get a better feel for the “lifers”—the ones who not only stuck around through post-grad chaos, but are still there after weddings and babies and everything in between.
See, if I want this new take on resolutions to work, I’m gonna have to make a few changes. Not just in how I spend my time, but where I focus my energy.
It’s kind of scary, but more exciting than anything. By the end of it all, I hope to have a healthier mind, a real workout routine, a balanced kitchen and better relationships with the people who want them.
For the 12th year in a row.
Groove to Zella Day.