I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I am put off by the idea of starting out on January 1st with all good intentions, only to beat myself up on January 10th when I have already started losing motivation and momentum. Why set yourself up for a fall?
What’s so special about the 1st January anyway? What is it about a month during which it is almost consistently cold, wet or dark that would inspire me to do something I couldn’t muster up the will to do during the balmy summer months?
So, no; I have steadfastly resisted coming up with any bright ideas or new plans during January – if it is still rattling around in my head and still seems like a good idea in the spring, I will consider it seriously then – and I don’t put things off towards the end of the year with the plan to do them in the New Year.
I also don’t like to look back over the previous year in too much detail. What’s done is done and what hasn’t been done, won’t suddenly get done last year (unless, of course, you have invented a time machine – if you have, let me know please. I am sure I can think of a million and one great uses for it!).
As amusing as they are, the tweets and status updates I see around the 30th December which say things like, “oh crap, it’s the 30th December. That means I have less than 2 full days to lose 3 stone, learn another language, set up my own successful business and un-drink 75 bottles of wine” just illustrate my point.
Now don’t get me wrong: I am not saying you shouldn’t set yourself goals. Goals are great. Without goals, very little would get done in life. I just feel goals should not be defined by the same single date on a calendar.
Dream big, dream small, set yourself goals and time limits by all means, but just remember; time is an abstract concept, invented by man to dissect our lives into manageable segments. Time doesn’t stop and start. It doesn’t renew on the 1st January each year. Life just keeps rolling and it’s NEVER too late to start.