I have a bottle of carrot juice in my fridge earmarked for this day. Which is to say that I am not immune to the aspirational fever that infects us all on New Year’s Day.
In fact, I rather enjoy it.
I love to fantasize about the coming 365 days, each one a latent promise of happiness and cheer. Of course I dutifully acknowledge that not every day can be good. But right now, when the year is full of hope untainted by disappointment, I can’t help but feel that the outlook is auspicious.
Being rather fond of habits, I naturally created a list of small daily pursuits to accomplish in the days to come. Each day, the list proclaims, I will…workout, write, create, read.
And so on.
This list is fun but also foolhardy. It is likely that I will workout most days, and read often, and create. But every day? It’s hubris to commit to such a scheme.
For this reason I intentionally did not include journal pages dedicated to resolutions that span the entire year. I have challenges for January (carrot juice being a key player), but beyond that I choose to remain aspirationally uncommitted.
The days have an agenda of their own. We’ll see what resolutions they have in store for me…
