Over the years, I’ve fallen prey many times to the New Year syndrome which I like to call the "new year, new me fantasy".
I wake up early on January 1st I and jot down a meaningful list of intentions that outline all sorts of outlandish and spectacular ways about how I can, will and shall improve myself.
Of course writing that fancy list is so damn easy ... but making those changes is damn hard.
Somewhere along the way, my resolutions had become bigger and bigger - until my list looked more like a bucket list than a wish list for the next 365 days.
Get on it.
Get over it.
My lists and my mindset had become so out of touch with reality that I was doomed to fail and disappoint myself.
This year I resolved to not write an absurd and bombastic list.
In fact, I resolved to not write any list at all.
This year I will simply watch and see how things unfold without the tyranny of laundry lists.
I’m two weeks into 2017 and so far - so good. Utter chaos has not engulfed my life… yet.
Let’s see how this goes.
Happy New Years.