I’ve been reflecting on the nature of resolutions lately and the fact that most of us don’t keep ours (and yet continue to make them every year in a baffling display of optimism), and something occurred to me. I realized that the majority of changes I’ve made in my life have nothing to do with resolutions or a date on the calendar.
See, I set goals for myself all. the. time. Eat more vegetables. Exercise more. Organize my pantry. Plan meals before going to the grocery store. Get up early. Floss my teeth. Watch less TV (as if!). And more often than not, I decide to start pursuing these goals next week, next month, next year.
So often when I set goals for myself, make resolutions to change or improve, it’s all about the next. I get wrapped up in the planning and the dreaming and the I’m-gonna-do-it-this-time-no-really-I-am, and I forget to actually start.
I say, “I’ll start on Monday,” but somehow, Monday never comes.