New Years resolutions are such loaded things. They remind me of magic wishes, the kind you make on birthday candles or starlight-star-bright, first star I see tonight – as if hoping hard enough for a pony, or a boy friend, or to loose that extra weight will be enough to make it happen.
Newsflash: that’s not how life works.
So this year, I’ve decided to keep it simple. It takes thirty days to make a habit, so I’ve split up my New Years Resolution into twelve very small chunks. I have (more than!) twelve sloppy habits I need to work on, so I’m going to fix them, one each month.
I hope you’ll join me and maybe work on a few bug-bears of your own.