I was always a great advocate of resolutions. No hiding here. But this year, my best resolution is to not make resolutions. Whenever I make them, I feel like it’s my perfectionist side creeping out. And there’s no such thing as being perfect. Not you nor your loved ones are. Resolutions set us up for failure, disappointment, discouraging. And I don’t want to feel discourage. I want to set my own pace and do things as I go.
It’s in my nature to plan out. And making resolutions is kind of a plan. But I figure, why plan something that can change with life’s twists and turns? I’m better off sticking to the things I know, than thrive for failure at launch. I’m not saying we shouldn’t have plans, hopes, dreams. That’s our fuel. But be real, and set goals, instead of resolutions.