Yesterday I had a look back at the last year, and promised (in a moment of madness, no doubt) to post about my resolutions for the coming year. Yikes! What was I thinking?
Resolutions are tricksy things. Common wisdom says that you should make specific resolutions because you’ll fall off of general ones. My brain doesn’t seem to work that way. If I have a general, generous path, I can find my way along it, but the straight, narrow roads of traditional resolutions seem a setup for failure to me.
I view myself as a work in progress. The me that is now can’t see the me in July, and her circumstances then. If I’m making a painting, I may start out with a sketch, but it evolves as I go on, often ending up much better…
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