While the final days of each year are the traditional time to make resolutions for the next one, it’s equally customary around this time in that new year that they get broken or neglected.
Bad habits are hard to kick. People tend to fall back into a previous routine.
Nothing much changes from the previous year just because we hang up a different calendar to remind us that Planet Earth has completed another revolution in its orbit around the little star we call “the Sun”.
That’s why I don’t make resolutions; I make a new list of things to do.
I call them “projects”.
The house is littered with post-it notes. Every post-it note is something “to do”, each and every one a part of some bigger plan that’s important to nobody else but yourself.
They bug me.
Which is good. Like pain, it reminds you that you’re still alive.
And have a purpose.