I like New Year Resolutions. They provide a chance for reflection and an optimistic turning of the page. Often resolutions get poor press for piling on pressure. But I tend to think of them as a letter to my subconscious. Over the year, the subconscious considers the value of the resolution and acts accordingly.
For the past seven years or so, it has decided there is no need to make meringue, drink more water or walk 10000 steps a day. It recognised the value of decluttering and writing books but felt a year was a little rushed for such ambitions: they are what I like to call ongoing resolutions. Reading fifty books, on the other hand, was an ambition my subconscious immediately realised would be immensely happy-making. It kept me reading just enough books – thirteen in the first half of the year – that I had the opportunity to proactively recommit to the task in June. I ended 2018 having rediscovered a love of all things bookish and a modicum of resolution success.
If there is something that you really want to do, or that would significantly improve your life, then now is a good time to resolve to do it. As the saying goes “Ideals are like stars: you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides and following them you will reach your destiny”.