I hate new year’s resolutions.
This is completely counterintuitive. All signs point to the conclusion that I should love them. I love goals! I love lists! I love accountability! I love declaring things loudly via voice and social media mechanisms!
But (spoiler alert … Debbie Downer is about to make an appearance) … I feel like making some bold statement about renewal and joy and health and spirituality at a time of the year that you likely feel your most exhausted, slovenly, and commercialized is just setting up for a ride on the big old disappointment train, leaving the station some time around January 20th (if I am being generous).
Rock bottom may be a great catalyst for many people (and many AA groups) … but it just isn’t doing it for me.