I am not a New Year’s resolution maker. I’ve always felt it set me up for failure.
Instead, I’ve always been a promise maker.
I promise to not eat those empty calories. I promise to get more exercise. I promise to get more sleep.
If I commit to something for other people, I am guaranteed to show up. But for myself, well, I do not have a great track record in the keeping promises to myself department. So that too was a failure waiting to happen.
Going back to university was a big learning curve around not having destinations, but journeys. So, I’ve changed tactics and gone big and gone small.
I am setting big journeys with daily resolutions.
I want to make writing a priority. That’s the journey.
The steps along the way include a writing course and a weekly work space meet up. The daily resolution is scheduling in the time.
I want to have fewer celiac episodes. That’s the (life long) journey.
The steps along the way include taking the diet right back to the basics. The daily resolution is journalling everything I eat, looking for clues.
In 56 years, I’ve learned a thing or two. And one is that tomorrow is another day. A day where the journey continues and you can begin again.