New Year’s Resolutions
Resolutions. Those horrid things that we do to self-evaluate at year’s end and then feel guilty about when we bomb a week later. Grandiose plans that this year will be different, this year will be better, this year, somehow…
I don’t do resolutions. But I do plan.
I plan this year:
To live free of clutter.
That when I find something that doesn’t make me smile and doesn’t immediately benefit me in some way I’ll simply get rid of it.
That I will no longer hold onto things because “someday…” but will get rid of them because today, this year, I don’t need them.
That when I have something that would bring someone else joy but brings me none, I will give it to them, so that we may both smile more in the giving.
To live more simply.
To live more deliberately.
To eat healthier foods from healthier, less wasteful packaging… or no packaging at all when possible, since the healthiest foods have no packaging but their own skins anyway.
To dream more.
To worry less.
To do more, see more, believe more. To accumulate more happiness, freedom, peace, laughter, and joy. To live, and live fully.