For a long time
in my youth, I would find humor in the whole idea of New Year's
Resolutions. I marveled at the fire of people's conviction and
determination smoldering quietly into an amber of guilt and remorse.
When questioned about my Resolution, I would glibly reply with
"This year I am going
to stop swimming in pools with hungry sharks."
"This year I
am going to try to stop jumping in front of moving vehicles."
"This year I am going to stop wearing my socks inside out."
enjoyed my own humor. After all, I did not understand why people would
get themselves so worked up. How many people can really flick a switch
to ignite a new lifestyle? Is there something magical about January 1st
that increases an individual fortitude?
Change is an amazing entity.
Certainly, it is inevitable and constant, yet some folks get
significantly bent out of shape when readying themselves for change.
Like a basketball player planting his feet anticipating the charging
opponent only to get knocked over. Ringing hands with thoughts like, "I
do not know what to expect". Allowing the uncertainty to taint the
stability of the present.
to change I am a woman getting an education which was unheard of not
too long ago. Thanks to change I have machines in my home that free me
up for grander spiritual endeavors. Thanks to change my husband does
not have to pursue the same career as his father and my children do not
have to work in coal mines.