I never really got into the fad of making resolutions for the coming year. I guess I always thought that people just made them up so they would have something to talk about at the new year, and that they didn’t really mean them. I had no desire to participate in this trend simply because society told me I should, so I always skipped out.
This year, however, as the Christmas season ended and the New Year rolled around, I felt the need to examine myself. I realized that I was probably lacking in a few areas that could probably use some attention. I decided that if I was going to participate in this tradition, that I would only pick one resolution and focus on improving myself in that specific area for the year. It would be something that would really help me to better myself overall. Since that time, I have officially counted nine significant bad habits that I would like to correct. NINE! And that doesn’t even count all of the little things like taking better care of our dog or finally painting our bedroom. We are talking significant flaws in the way I have been living my life. I have been so depressed the past couple of days. I hardly know where to begin to remedy all of these issues that have been brought to my attention. Its been quite overwhelming.
My mother suggested that I come up with 365 separate resolutions and merely do one each day. Her suggestion made me smile. Somehow she always knows how to do that.
But, despite my sweet mother’s attempts to cheer me up, the fact remains that I have so much work ahead of me in life. Will I ever become the person God wants me to be? I fall so short so much of the time. Its rather defeating to think about it. In all time I’ve been here on this earth so far, I still don’t have a very good grasp on life. I feel so small. So weak. So worn out. I think I’ve missed the point of setting the resolution…..
