I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. They don’t work. Winter is a terrible time to try to initiate change. I believe in the birthday resolution though. It’s your own personal New Year’s Day. This year the resolutions feel bigger somehow, like resolutions for the next 40 years…
This year I plan to make less plans.
To worry less. To concoct less worst case scenarios.
To consider myself before considering others.
I plan to treasure my gifts. To be proud of my accomplishments.
To trust those who have earned it and to let go of those who have betrayed it.
To forgive myself. To stop trying to fix the mistakes of the past.
I will not take love for granted.
I will fear less, though I’ll never be fearless.
I plan to finally believe the Second Agreement or at least try.
To stop caring about what other people think.
To count less.
To sing more.
To please myself and honor my partner and all the things he is.
I plan to practice yoga and patience and self respect and guitar.
I plan to write and to read and to learn.
To seek information and adventure and stories.
To relax and to listen to the lessons I have learned.
To remember that I have no control over others and that these plans are plans alone and can be written and rewritten. They do not define the life ahead they do not explain what came before. These plans are just plans and plans change every minute.
I plan to make less plans.