I continue to have a weird relationship with New Year’s, and with the concept of resolutions.
On one hand, I carry a certain amount of cynicism about the whole idea of making life changes because an arbitrarily-constructed calendar cycled around to the beginning of another tour around the sun. (Shouldn’t the new year start on the shortest day or something?) There’s also sense — maybe it’s a little judgmental — grounded in the idea that if something is worth doing, well, you’ve got 364 other days to do it… nobody’s forcing you to wait until January 1st to start.
On the other hand, just as a logistical thing, I tend to have a good amount of downtime around the new year. I work in the world of EDU, so I’m mercifully off work between Christmas and New Year’s. My family is a) small and b) mostly local, so I haven’t traditionally had big plans to travel or anything like that. So even if I tend to be cynical about the concept of resolutions, the big Pressing Of Pause at the new year does leave time for some introspection that often lands in a similar place.
And this year I stumbled upon a friend’s Facebook post that helped me think of things a little differently: rather than look at resolutions as a specific set of promises that I may or may not bother keeping, think of it more as setting an overall aspirational goal or theme for the year. That way, you’re not necessarily locking yourself into one narrowly-defined thing you’re going to feel bad if you don’t get around to doing.
So I started rolling that around my brain and the idea came to me — as the best ones do — while I was procrastinating. Specifically, in this case, about going to the gym. My normal routine is Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday, but I had halfway convinced myself that I didn’t need to go “because it’s a holiday”. And then I realized that’s not really a reason. Not a real one, anyway. So if I didn’t want to go to the gym, I needed to be honest with myself about the real reason was and decide if THAT was a valid reason to not go.
The immediate problem of the gym was soon resolved: the real reason I didn’t want to go is that I was comfortable playing with the dog, and… I decided she’ll be fine for an hour, so I made it to the gym. But it also provided me with the answer to my friend’s post and the larger guiding theme for the year…
Intention.
I am guilty in life of sometimes letting the currents carry me too much. Indecision. Procrastination. Doing what comes easiest. Sometimes just screwing around until options drift out of reach and I’m kinda stuck with what’s left because I didn’t REALLY choose to act. In doing so, I’ve been traditionally bad about recognizing that that indecision is, in itself, a choice and an action.
Yoda’s “do or do not, there is no try”? Historically, I’m really bad at that.
This applies to big AND little things. I can see it in claiming I want to travel more while not really setting aside the money to do it or planning an itinerary until it was too late. But I can also see it in coming home, turning on YouTube videos while I’m eating dinner, getting sucked in, and then deciding to just KEEP watching YouTube videos because “there isn’t enough time before bed to do much else”.
So I think the challenge this year will be one of approaching things with more intention. Certainly the part of the iceberg that sits above the water is converting inaction into action with more regularity. But the other part… perhaps the more meaningful part… will be to interrogate my inaction more than I have in the past… understand it… learn from it. Because I’m STILL not going to be able to do every single thing that pops into my head; but if I DON’T end up doing something I convinced myself I wanted to do, it’s going to be important to dig past the easy excuse of “Things Just Didn’t Work Out”(tm) and figure out why I REALLY didn’t move forward, even if it means confronting something awkward or uncomfortable.
Look at travel, which I mentioned above. I DO want to travel more. It kills me that I did the traveling consultant thing for over a decade (between two stints) and never REALLY saw most of the cities I went to. And in fact, in July, I went down to Florida for a week and visited my brother and another lifelong friend who lives down that way, and it was a blast. But then I also had plans to go see my son toward Thanksgiving, and that just kinda died on the vine. At the time I never really asked myself how that happened, but I probably should have. So why didn’t I follow through on that? Was I worried about money? Was it concern my job might somehow see me differently if I missed too much work? Was it worry that a Trump-run FAA might turn my trip into Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Regional Jets?
(That last one was definitely a factor when the air traffic controllers weren’t getting paid.)
And to bring it all full circle, that’s also why I’m kicking the dust off my blog once more.
For a long time, I managed to convince myself that answering questions on Quora was scratching the writing itch I’ve had ever since the days of the college paper. And in superficial ways, I suppose it was. But it’s missing the one essential piece of the equation — it’s really only existing in other people’s curiosity rather than indulging my own. And if this is going to be a year of intention, maybe I need to actually either Write-With-A-Capital-W or dig into why I’m REALLY not doing it.
(Though, OK, part of it is also that Quora has gone the way of lots of social media sites and is increasingly a tire fire of bot-driven conflict. But that’s a whole other conversation.)
Maybe it’s the time commitment… though if I took JUST the time and word-count that I put into Quora, that would probably be a shit-ton of content. Maybe I’ve grown too comfortable with the idea of having a pre-existing audience over there and am scared of really starting from scratch. And OK… there’s also this little fear I have of making something I enjoy too structured and turning it into a chore I hate doing. There’s a difference between doing something because you want to do it and doing something because it’s on your schedule to do it.
You know. Like a New Year’s Resolution.