It’s happening again. Another outbreak of Ball Drop Fever. Countless millions, even billions, looking back, perhaps disheartened, vowing to be better.
I can hear them now, taking their vows, resolving to improve, if even for a short while. I wonder if anyone has ever resolved to become worse? It would certainly be easier.
“I vow to become more slothful in the new year!”
In at least one sense, it’s an improvement. Improvement in negative behavior is still an improvement, isn’t it? I improved my slothfulness. Yeah, maybe you’re right, not so much.
Okay, so I have to come up with a revolutionary resolution for this year. If truth were known, just having a resolution and making a cursory attempt at keeping it would be a revolutionary act for me (refer here for more).
The problem with resolutions, as I see it, is not in making them. Any blame fool can make a resolution. The problem is in making one you can keep. And then keeping it!
And that’s where I have stumbled upon a revolutionary idea that will end this problem for me, and for you if you take me up on it. I am going to start the new year without resolutions, a tabula rasa. No resolutions, no expectations.
Then, as the year progresses, if by some miracle I happen to improve in some seemingly small and surely inconsequential way, I’ll go back to my Official List of Resolutions for the Year of Our Lord the Flying Spaghetti Monster 2019 and write it in. With ink!
Ah, I feel better already. Happy New Year everyone!