I’m not going to kid you.
Losing weight is NOT a resolution this year.
And neither is less chocolate, more vegetables, less butter, more hymns. None of it.
My New Year’s Resolution this year is one I can absolutely and decidedly FULFILL.
I’m going to be happy.
I’m not setting half-hearted goals that I know I can’t achieve. I’m not setting the bar higher and higher, only to come up shorter and shorter. I’ve tried that. It doesn’t work. Someone told me once that I need to aim for the stars, so I’ll at least reach the moon. Gibberish, I tell ya.
I’m aiming for Hoboken, or maybe Newark. I know I can get there. It’s just down the Jersey Turnpike, which isn’t really that bad a drive.
And getting there, wherever it is I’m going, will make me even happier. Because being happy is something I know I can do. Smiling is just a slight muscle adjustment, pretty simple.
And at this point in my life, it doesn’t really matter what else is thrown at me. I’ve had that darn moon thrown at me, and I find myself still smiling. How hard can it be to keep it going? So, here are some other New Year’s Resolutions I’m going to adopt for this year.
-More reading in bed
-Less worrying about dust
-More snow angels
-Less making beds
-More listening to generous thoughts
-Less looking at my watch
I can do those things. And they might not be the stars or the moon, but I don’t need any fancy planets. I just need to be someplace I wouldn’t mind staying awhile.
Got any reach-the-stars resolutions this year? Got any Newark resolutions? Do share!