Monday, December 22nd, 2008 • No Comments on Resolution 1: Sleep in Heavenly Peace
Goodness, it seems like the anticipation of the holidays is in the air. The Winter Solstice has passed, Hanukkah has begun, Christmas is around the corner, the New Year is waiting patiently in line and the Starbucks gift cards are flying out of the store (I have a pretty good vantage point on that one at the moment). I find myself awkwardly caught between the holiday blues and a hum of excitement, at turns feeling sad because—well, just because—and then smiling like a kid when I see the stack of holiday cards that came in the mail.
I’d like to banish the blues and focus on the good energy of this time of year (which means avoiding any more malls or department stores as there is very little good energy in that environment) and all the promise of the coming year, but I made the mistake of looking at this year’s resolutions. Guess what? I bombed. Seriously. On almost every count, I failed. I don’t even know how it happened (well, life’s little tragedies got in the way, I suppose) but here I am with less than 9 days of 2008 to accomplish… a lot. By my estimations, I need to be on a plane right now with Sheri, Jay and four of my closest new friends—all women. On top of that, one of them needs to be an art teacher so I can learn to paint on the flight and one needs to be a doctor so I can get my yearly physical and one needs to be both a manicurist and a masseuse so I can nurture myself and the last one needs to be very strong in order to carry all the books I have not read this year. Sad, huh?
Okay, so I didn’t bomb the one resolution that says “Survive the year with humor, grace and self-sufficiency.” If only I knew when I wrote those words just how much energy I would put into doing just that, I might have scrapped the other seven resolutions! Alas, hindsight is twenty-twenty and I had no idea what was in store for me in 2008. I’m kicking myself for failing at my resolutions and wondering just what direction I should go in 2009’s resolutions. Do I go for the easy win—pick things I know I can accomplish—or fling myself out there and dare to aspire to lofty goals that I couldn’t even meet this year?
TIme will tell. About eight days, actually.