Friday, February 12, 2010
A Sparkling New Year
You know, it is a funny thing about the new year: We get this sparkling clean fresh new start, but we treat it exactly the same every year! Already well into 2010 and most of my resolutions lie in a smoking heap on the floor.
I am a big fan of all things new and love to write out thoughtful Resolutions on New Year’s Day. After several years of trying to cleverly rewrite the same goals as everyone else; ‘loose weight’ becomes ‘eat healthier’ and ‘stop swearing’ becomes ‘be kinder’ I finally realized that just because the year is new doesn’t mean my life will be new too. A change in the calendar year doesn’t give me a leg up on stopping my nasty old habits or give me the magic moment to be a sparkling clean and fresh new version of the best parts of me. It is simply a way to mark the passage of time.
We get excited about the New Year because we need the chance to believe in a better year, a better us, a better life. Especially with the challenges we each face in this economy, political transition, and with difficult world events. Our waistlines expand, our banks accounts drain, our families change and people we love die...surely there is a way to do more, to do better with our our lives.
I still scratch out a few things to keep in mind, goals if you will or insights...of course you could just give in with me and call them Resolutions but I hope against hope every year something will be different.
Last year I found some questions on the ‘Spiritual Disciplines.org’ website and some of them jumped out at me as quality themes to help me mark this particular passage of time in a more meaningful way. Even if none of my goals are accomplished. Even if 2010 is as wonderful as 2009 but still not the shining change we all hope for, some of the questions I will be pondering are:
What is the single most important thing you can do to improve the quality of your family life this year?
What is the biggest time waster in your life, and what will you do about it this year?
What single thing that you plan to do this year will matter most in ten years?
Who do you most want to encourage this year?
Of course I know that loftier goals like these, when made on New Year’s Day or...much later....are still New Year’s Resolutions. And I realize that I may neglect to review them on a regular enough basis to thoroughly apply them to this nice new year of 2010. Despite this grim likelihood and my dismal track record with Resolutions, I plan to keep making them, pondering them and yes, even breaking them.
Deep in our hearts we want the sparkling New version of us that only seems attainable once a year when the calendar flips. Our desire to be better, to do better, to feel better and to use our daily lives better will eventually lead us to actually make some improvements. Eventually. I resolve to live the next year well, with and without my sparkling new resolutions...and I have a good feeling 2010 will be a great year.
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