I am 12,871.75 days old (as of this writing, 1/1/2019).
Everyone’s talking about resolutions right now, just like every new year.
I LOVE New Year’s Resolutions! I just can’t help it. They’re so fun! I love planning! I love looking to the future, and knowing it’ll be better, because I can make it that way!
That’s why it makes me so sad to hear people say stuff like this, true quotes taken from the internet:
Start the year with making a promise to myself that I know I will break and end up feeling like a failure? I'll pass, thank you.
Nope. Life is hard enough as it is without setting yourself up for failure by making dumb resolutions
Mine is to overthrow the puppet regime of a third world country, and then install myself as Grand Poobah! Oh, RESOLUTIONS, not revolutions. Sorry, my bad. (Kathryn: Ok, this one made me laugh.)
(All resolutions from Ask Someone Else’s Mom Column, 1/1/2019. I love advice columns. Don’t judge me.)
What if Resolutions Can Help You?
Why not re-assess your goals and where your life is going? It’s really not much different than assessing and planning quarters, as in the business world.
What if a calendar wasn’t little 30-day chunks that hung on your wall? What if it was a big string of days that kept going from left to right along the way across all the walls in your room, little one inch squares to represent the days with no differentiators of week or months or years?