Holy Smokes.
December 30th. It is almost time to trot out the resolutions, the predictions, the reflections of the year that has passed, etc., etc., But I’m thinking. Perhaps not. I don’t want to read the inevitable lists of the Bests and the Worsts and the Highlights and the Lowlights in the news and I don’t think I really feel like revisiting much of anything. Let’s get all Eckhart Tolle and just work on this. This, of course, being NOW.
Though I probably won’t be able to help myself. I seem doomed to set up new aspirations and goals. I blame my mother and her endless tape that said I had to have something to show for myself. As in, “What have you got to show for yourself?” Basically, you must produce something to have worth.
Well that’s rather lame. Sorry mom, you had lots of wisdom on many things but that particular expression just doesn’t do it for me anymore, though it’s hard to shake. I feel like a dog coming out of the lake, shaking and shaking and making people wet, creating a big doggie-wet-chicken-stink and still having that lake drip from my hide even though I’m sure – totally convinced in fact – that I’ve shook it all off.
Good to keep trying though. And maybe just a few resolutions, nothing too big, will get me through and stop the tape for just a little while…
Hello Colleen.
I got that same endless cultural conditioning tape but ended it a couple of decades ago. I simply resolved not to make any resolutions at New Year every single year. I have faithfully kept that resolution. Though it wasn’t always easy to stick to that plan as some brilliant little idea would surface between the 25th and the 1st. However, each time I was tempted, I simply threw in another little tape-loop from those old days: Get thee behind me, Satan. It works.
Now I am free to resolve (decide a course of action) at any time and am much more likely to stay the course.