Resolutions — is it fine not to have them?
My tryst with them hasn’t been great! It is always set with a connotation there is something insufficient or imperfect that needs change as per me or sometimes by others, and I have conceded in believing so. I associate a feeling of “gauche” with it. So I scoff at someone setting them up and asking me if I have any. There is no grace associated with it.
I don’t know why I don’t have any. Or is it because of its awkwardness and the pressures that come with it? Am I not a driven person? I do have some continuous work needed to improve at some things associated with me and work on their needs throughout the year. Of course, the work goes off track because something more exciting interleaves with the so-called living. Those interludes are also part of life, as they can be travel, getting together with dear people, which requires you to let go of the routine or even some growth activities, or, worst case, a health issue. Having accepted the nomadic life that it is, such interludes can be every other day, and resilience has set in to get to track, even if it is for a day, and then go off track the very evening.
The resolutions aren’t grand and not social media-worthy in my case, as I might set myself up to fail. There’s a way to be better without believing you are deficient. If that isn’t the sentiment, I am all in for it, but bringing that vibe to it is challenging, as of now. Something more measurable, realistic, and something you want to do can be included in this list of improvements rather than changes.
There aren’t New Year’s resolutions, but everyday nudges in some activities but to enjoy every moment of what is getting done, even if it is daydreaming.
Till the next New Year,…. once more, I am keeping aside setting the New Year’s resolutions as this mysticism needs a solution.
