So here we all sit. Collectively, we have all taken another complete trip around the sun. We are almost at the very same place that we were one year ago. It’s that time where we all agree to make changes that will make us thinner, in better shape, better people…more productive…during the next trip around the sun.
All except for me. I don’t buy into the New Year BS.
Simple…It’s all just a lie.
Gimmee a minute, and then you can go celebrate your new year.
Wait a minute…there goes another one…
There’s another one…
Every nano-second bring the start of another trip around our sun. I don’t need a calendar to help me realize that I need to make some changes. It happens every day…every hour…every minute…every second.
A new year…
A few weeks ago I realized that I needed to make a few changes in order to be more productive…so I started making them the very next day. I’ve set some very lofty goals for the next twelve months. My primary goal is so steep that it scares me to think about it.
But, think about it I do.
I’ll probably lose a friend, or someone will get butt-hurt that I’m being selfish, as I work on my new goal.
I really don’t care…
I really don’t.
What used to be a very long trip, seems to grow shorter with each jaunt. I…you…everyone is cursed with a finite number of “trips”. It would be a shame to waste one, worrying what someone thinks of my self-defined points to accomplish.
What are my “resolutions”?
I’ll tell you if I make it.
If I don’t, I’ll just have to take another trip until I get it right.
See you at the same spot in the galaxy sometime soon.