January 12th, 2011

rohan, helm, sword


It's January, which means it's the time of year when people start "turning over a new leaf" and newspapers are full of fluffy Lifestyle stories about how to actually keep your resolutions this time around. And my gym is full of people working out frantically and discussing how many calories they're burning in the change room, and my blog reading includes all kinds of people starting diets that they refer to as "lifestyle changes" (and which they blog about, because the newspaper stories are big on accountability). Everywhere I turn it's "this year I'm going to..."

It's kind of depressing, really. And not just because of the number of people whose resolutions center around hating their bodies. All these grand plans, and most of them end up petering out by mid-February. I think that's why I'm avoiding making resolutions these days; they're so artificial, tied to a changeover of calendars that doesn't have any intrinsic meaning. I mean, there's stuff I'm planning to do this year -- another half-Ironman, finishing the novel I've been poking at, submitting a short story or two once we have the new house so I have a long-term return address -- but those aren't resolutions, they're plans. Maybe goals. Continuations of things I'm already doing. Why wait until January to start something new?

So there's my resolution for 2011: not to make resolutions. Just to do what I want to do, and what I need to do to accomplish my goals.

Oh, and to journal more.