• Resolved: Nothing

    Resolutions past and present

    This year I didn’t make any New Year’s resolutions. That’s odd, because they have always appealed to me. I cherish the idea of fresh starts, and I have an abiding belief in a person’s ability to change. And it’s not as if I’ve magically become a better person who doesn’t need to improve!

    But I’m moving away from this familiar yearly cycle—Wanting to change –>making resolutions –> attacking my goals for a while –> losing energy and focus –> feeling bad –> re-resolving to incorporate the changes.

    For example, year after year I have vowed to exercise regularly and to devote more time to writing. I’d start off full of zeal—this is the year! But establishing habits is a daily battle. Oops, I ran out of time. Something came up. Better luck tomorrow. Eventually, my enthusiasm would flag. Hmm. Maybe the fact that I had to renew those intentions yearly was a hint that my approach wasn’t working!

    Early last year, I stumbled across a better way to incorporate new habits into my life. The insight came about as a side effect of writing out my weekly calendar. Instead of taking a work-before-pleasure approach, I began identifying blocks of time when I could do the things that matter most to me: writing, volunteering, exercising, connecting with friends and family, and pursuing other creative outlets (e.g., pottery, sewing, trying a new recipe). After I’ve made time for my priorities, I fit in necessary evils like cleaning, laundry, appointments, and shopping.

    Writing a detailed calendar may sound fussy and restrictive, but for me, it’s energizing. It’s about scheduling fun. Fulfillment. I’m making time for what I like to do and what I think is important. And that’s a good thing. I rarely do everything I set out to do, but I get around to most of it. Consequently, I have fewer regrets about how I spend my time and less need for the same old resolutions spurred by what I wish I’d done.

    I still plan to lose two pounds of cookies and do strength training more consistently. And I will. I still want to be kinder, more patient, less critical, and more grateful. I’ll work on that, too. But this year, I’m saying goodbye to the yearly cycle of regrets and resolutions.

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    8 responses to “Resolved: Nothing”

    1. ron877 Avatar

      I have also discovered this “block” approach to scheduling. I made tentative starts with it a few months before the New Year. Your post draws my attention to making the approach a bit more refined.
      This comes at a time when I am tentatively and not too enthusiastically exploring the “new” WordPress editor, Gutenburg.
      Synergy.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        I have the same reaction to Gutenberg . . .

    2. bbachel Avatar
      bbachel

      Thx for framing this up in such a positive, easy-going way. I, too, hope for fewer regrets and a greater sense that I’ve accomplished things without having to constantly drive (force?) myself to do so.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Keeping a weekly schedule is an indirect approach to goal setting—but it works for me! So nice to see you Friday.

    3. Ann Coleman Avatar

      Sounds like a wise decision to me!

    4. Susanne Avatar

      Great approach to scheduling fun and fitting in the drudgery as required instead of the other way around. I keep a calendar/diary at home and note positive things I’ve done (books read, stories submitted, movies seen, skating on the Rideau Canal, vacations, etc.) Your approach though is proactive, not haphazard like mine. Good on you!

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out!

    5. Jan Wenker Avatar
      Jan Wenker

      Good idea…I agree!

  • Sunset Season

    There’s a certain time of year when the sun stops staging its setting and instead slips away between the flatness of late afternoon light and evening commute darkness. Those summer and fall evenings, when lovers and families and friends drink wine out of plastic cups while sitting on porches or park benches, have slipped away as well. Coats, scarves, hats and gloves diminish the intimacy of strappy dresses, t-shirts or cotton pajamas. Sunset watching falls into the past season’s memory book and onto the a distant season’s to-do list.

    Timers bring holiday lights to life, a small gift to ease the lost hours of sun. Walking home from the bus stop or a friend’s house, we step in and out of the circles of sparkling white or bright color bulbs.  Dark and light, dark and light. The city people walk in the perpetual comfort of the street lights as long as they stay on public walkways and out of the darkness of undefined areas. Lights from stores, cars, homes suggest places where the people share time. At the right slice between dusk and dark, the interiors of houses and offices are as clearly lit as big screen televisions. In suburbs and small towns walkers might depend on those window views or harsh garage lights before the moon and stars accept responsibility to illuminate a path.

    So we hurry from the dark, almost as much as from the cold, to the places of light where we belong, have control, feel safe. Another winter begins. Wishing you a season of good holiday experiences and memories.

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    One response to “Sunset Season”

    1. Judy Avatar
      Judy

      This was beautiful! Thank You!


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