Maybe that should be “wringing out the old.”
I don’t even know what to say. “Bless me, Dear Reader, for I have sinned. It has been thirty days since my last blog post…”
In reviewing last year’s goals (which I refused to call “resolutions”), I had an epiphany – if readership has dwindled, it’s probably because I’ve led by example. Clearly, I don’t even read what I write, half the time. If I bother to make any resolutions, this year, the first should be to staple the list to my forehead so I can’t help but see it in the mirror every morning and read it until I can recite it from memory like Hamlet’s soliloquy.
Don’t look back, unless it’s to marvel at how far you’ve come. I looked at that list of goals from 2013, gave myself a full five minutes of kicking my own behind and whining about it, and now I’m done. 2015, here I come. 2014, no apologies or regrets. We’ve had a good run, but it’s time to move on.
Commit fully – or don’t even put it on the to-do list.
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, the providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets:
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!”
— W. H. Murray in The Scottish Himalaya Expedition, 1951
Be flexible; life happens. A change of course is not failure. A broken promise, though, is.