I still don’t get why the same resolutions end up on my list year after year.
January usually finds me dedicated to “gym life,” eating healthy meals, and practicing Duolingo Spanish lessons. I write earnestly in my morning journal about the goals I intend to accomplish. Truthfully, it amazes me that as determined as I begin, my apathy sets in right after MLK Day. Perhaps it’s my all or nothing approach, doing too many things each day, and not being fully aware of the process for each goal. I declare that the process is the proof in the pudding, the icing on top, and one way to stay present.
This year the only promise I will make to myself is to remain steadfast in the present, to stop rushing the future, and reaching back to redo the past. All that is behind me, I cannot see and what lies ahead, I do not know. Now is the time and I am grateful for it.
I still don’t get it 