I remember thinking, as a kid, how silly and ridiculous it was that adults always came up with a New Year’s resolutions each Jan. 1. Why would anybody set aside one day that they proclaimed was going to change their lives? My response was, “It just ain’t going to happen.” Of course, being young, I was allowed to be cynical.
Nowadays, my three children think I’m one of these old people. My stubbornness prevents me from ever considering making New Year’s resolutions. That doesn’t mean that I don’t think about change. The New Year seems to be a kick in the butt. I think about the past year, then I think about the past five years, and I keep on going up to the past 20 years.