Intentions, goals and resolutions… you can bloody well hurry up and wait!
Hi everyone,
For many years now I’ve not been one for January resolutions. Not because I lack ambition, but because I’ve spent years watching how often they fail. Announced with gusto at the beginning of the year, only to be whispered later with the quiet shame people carry when they go by unmet.
It stands to reason, with the immense calls on our time and emotions, many of us cross over the finish line of December exhausted, or at least stretched far beyond our comfort. It’s such a demanding time full of feelings, full of people - we juggle the needs of others alongside our own endings and beginnings… and then January arrives with its commands:
Right. Back on form. New year. New you. Off you go.
But our bodies are rarely there yet.
And if we were to tune in more deeply, we might hear a wiser part of our interior saying: don’t do it yet, there’s no rush. Don’t set it. And certainly don’t announce it!
In case I wasn’t listening well enough this January, there’s nothing like a long, protracted bout of the latest ghastly flu bug to ensure I got the memo, rendering me to the couch with no onward destination given.
