The Only Resolution I’ve Ever Needed To Make

It’s more simple than I had imagined.

I struggle with New Year’s resolutions because they always seem so superficial and so empty. In a nutshell: they’re lame. You always have your basic ones that involve some sort of improvement of health and quality-of-life by eating better or exercising more or going to church. Those are the ones that never stick. It’s easy to fail at those.

This New Year’s Eve I opted out of going out into crowds or even into public at all. I felt the need to hunker down and hibernate. I stayed home on a cold, rainy evening underneath blankets in front of my fire, reading books all night and enjoying a 1997 Gloria Ferrer Brut I bought specifically for the night.

My book of choice was Anne Lamott’s Small Victories. The stories are beautiful and human and compassionate. I absolutely devoured them.

They made me revel in the beauty of the world and feel like a tremendous asshole, all at the same time.

Here is a woman who puts it out there. Forget the whole concept of manifesting. She just puts it all out there and let’s life come back. I don’t. I have holed up deep inside myself. I’ve been standing on the sidelines of my own life.