The Two Face Time of Year
This is the time of year when the collective consciousness does their best Janus impersonation. We review the past year and look forward to the coming one.
Me? I’m just trying to survive the holidays. They’ve about done me in this year. I think part of that has to do with the food. Seriously. I love it – oh, do I love it. What I discovered, however, is that if you’ve been being really good, watching what you eat (and not in the normal from plate to mouth type watching), cutting out a lot of carbs and sugar, and then you eat without regard to rhyme or reason for several days in a row (why can’t you have rum balls for breakfast?!!?) it wreaks holy hell on your system. Add to that a disruptive schedule, the hubby hanging around wanting some quality time, and only getting a couple hours of sleep because the brain refuses to shut off, and you’ve got one crabby Grinch.
But, I digress.
I normally don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I don’t spend a lot of time looking back at what I hoped to accomplish and what I want to do in the new year. Not because I don’t believe in reflection and goal setting, but because I don’t believe in reserving them for only a certain time of year.
For many, the New Year is the ultimate New Beginning. It’s their line in the sand. They prepare for months for <ta, ta, daaaaaaaa!> January First <bum, bum, bum baaauuummm> when the new facet of their life is scheduled to begin. When the awesome change they are going to incorporate takes place. When their new life begins. Several weeks later, they’re beating themselves up because things just aren’t working out the way they intended.
This is a whole lot like writing, by the way. (And you were wondering how I was going to work that in, weren’t you?) You have an idea, a new plot, and you’re going to start it. You know where it’s going, roughly, and how you think you’re going to get there. You’ve drawn your line in the sand, sharpened all your pencils, and have a stack of virgin notebooks just waiting for your story to spill across their pages. Your resolve is unshakeable.
Ten, nine, eight . . . the anticipation builds. Seven, six, five, four . . . you’re rubbing your hands with glee like the mad scientist in his lab. Three, two . . . this is going to be TOTALLY AWESOME!
It was a dark and stormy night . . . suddenly the resolve waivers. The words aren’t coming as easily as you planned. It’s . . . hard. Twitter and FaceBook are calling your name. Bright shiny is everywhere and all your marvelous goals are crumbling under a mountain of excuses.
What do you do? Cash it all in and wait till next year when you can start all over on January First with a fresh mindset?
You knuckle down, turn off the internet, take a walk, refresh your mind, remind yourself what your goal is and that it is not dependant on a certain time of year and you get back to it. And you do this every time you start to waiver. Because if it was worth making into a goal, worth your planning and anticipation, then it’s worth giving your best shot. Not just because we have a New Year.