Sup. I hope everyone had a wonderful christmahanakwanza. Also, I hope everyone had a really nice day.

Anyhoo, I’ve been thinking a lot about new year’s resolutions—probably because it’s almost the new year, and everyone is talking about resolutions (funny how that works). And I’ve come to the realization that I don’t really like them for a couple of reasons. Now, by all means, if resolutions are your thing, then go for it. Try spending more time with family, or get out of debt. Exercise more, eat better, quit smoking, enjoy life, focus on yourself, see the world, or land a better job.

Yet, if I may ask, why not hit the gym a month ago? Why not eat smarter throughout the holidays, make time for yourself in the fall, quit smoking before ever lighting up, or enjoy life…today? That’s my first issue with resolutions: we’re maybe creating them to feel less anxious about our current faults (I usually vow to take a month-long break from alcohol when I’m drunk, anyone else?) rather than actually holding ourselves accountable and making a change. And sticking to it.

Okay, we often stick to resolutions. For a little while. But it’s too easy to fall back into old habits, or set ambitions too high, or generally get overwhelmed by trying to change so many things at once. In lieu of resolutions, I’ve been making a conscious effort to try to improve upon my life every morning, not just when the ball drops. And with that, I’ve discovered some things I really can change, and some things that will take more than a night (or new year) to fix. I’ve been hoping to make more time to write on this blog (check); I’ve wanted to get stronger and faster (in progress); I need to sleep and find more time to relax (maybe when I’m retired). 

Change comes from within and whenever— not simply when the year is out.  And because of this, I sorta feel like resolutions lack meaning. But please,  if you like the concept of starting ambitiously fresh on January 1st, then write  your resolutions down and knock em out. But maybe… start yesterday.