I can’t help making New Year’s resolutions. There’s just something so compelling about that sense of starting over. As Anne Shirley (with an “e”) says, “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.” I feel like a newly-minted penny, and, for a few weeks, at least, I’m pretty shiny.
My problem is endurance. A year is a long time. My New Year’s resolutions usually make it about three weeks before gasping their collective last breath on the battlefield between good intentions and Breyers Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.
So this year I’ve decided to make New Month‘s resolutions. With February 1 fast approaching, I can be a bright new penny again. For three weeks, I will eat right, exercise, read my Bible, get more sleep, catch up on my correspondence, take more chances, watch less TV, give generously, entertain company, spend more time with my family, and do volunteer work for a good cause before my motivation flags and I collapse in an exhausted heap. And after just one week of discouragement, decadent dessert-shoveling, and idle self-indulgence, I can do it all over again on the first of the next month!
Stop rolling your eyes! It might work.
Just keep the Breyers away from me. I’m not Superman, you know.