It’s funny, I think that New Years’ Eve is the most couple-y of all the holidays. I know you’ll think, “What about Valentine’s Day?”, but there is a whole market devoted to lovelorn and depressed single people on that day. New Years’ Eve? Not so much. But regardless, we know that New Years’ is the time to make resolutions.
I will be completely honest, I have never kept a single resolution, except for the sarcastic ones saying that I resolve not to keep any of my resolutions. Resolutions are pointless.
That is, resolutions are pointless without commitment. Making resolutions is easy, you get to see what you want to improve about yourself, and you just say it. Nobody’s perfect so resolutions are a really quick way to feel good about yourself. Coupled with the optimism associated with the new year, it’s a great way to kick yourself off. I guess what I’m trying to say is that any self-change takes commitment, and some pain, whether it be gutting it out in the gym, or taking some time for introspection.
I’ve always had a problem with commitment, so that’s probably why I’m terrible with resolutions, but at a certain point, that becomes your personality. There are good things and bad things that come with that, but at the end of the day, more often than not, you’re left holding the short end of the stick when it comes to things that matter. A lack of commitment means that you’re not hurt as much, but it also means you miss out on those great highs. A lack of commitment gets you a happy medium, or at least a content one. It may sound selfish, but I’m tired of just being content.
I’m trying to search for some grand statement to tie all of this together, but I can’t seem to find it. All I’m saying is that I’m done with resolutions, I’m going for commitments.