Starting resolutions on January first is highly touted and over-rated. First of all, you have to navigate New Year’s Day events replete with resolution land mines starting with the traditional meal of pork, sauerkraut, and black-eyed peas. Don’t forget the cornbread. Or if you are me…carbohydrates and left over Christmas cookies. Don’t forget the peanut brittle.
Then you have to avoid the clutch of the couch as one football team after another hikes, runs, passes, tackles and with any luck, scores. The couch isn’t the real culprit in breaking my annual vow to exercise more often beginning now. It’s the tortilla chips and guacamole dip that stop me from taking a spin around the park. That and the bean dip and the spinach dip. Don’t forget the chicken wings.
It’s hardly worth opening the Rosetta Stone box with all those French CDs you received for Christmas or starting to practice the piano, again. There are too many distractions from downloading new apps on your shiny new iToy to uploading your profile on the latest social media sites, can anyone get me an invitation to Pinterest?
Speaking of social media – January first is definitely not the time to restrict the number of waking hours you spend on Facebook, Tumbler, and Goolgle+. Quite the opposite. Before setting limits on your digital socialabilty you need to inform all your friends, fans, and stalkers that you are going off the grid for an amount of time/day (half-hour, hour, afternoon – god forbid). If not they may think you have died, shunned them, or just plain become anti-American.
No, January first is not the day to start or stop anything. Easing into the New Year without any major changes that could stop your heart or start people talking about you is not a good idea. Personally, I suggest taking anywhere from a full week to an entire month to gradually introduce yourself to your resolutions. Give yourself plenty of time to warm up to each other. If you need to slow down during resolution execution, do so. Better to take things at the right pace then to force a fit.
Resolver beware. My advice may be sound – as my intentions usually are – but so far by following this plan I’ve yet to take up yoga or cook at home more often, and forget digitizing my photos. And I’m okay with that because in the process of working off one set of resolutions I discovered Pilates, started eating healthier takeout and decided that my carefully sorted and dated pictures didn’t need to be scanned to hold my memories safe. More than that I learned that sometimes it is good to forget the resolution and just move forward.