As the sun begins to set on the final days of December each year, I always hear a series of declarations.
There will be new things in our lives, people will say or post on social media. New jobs. New relationships. New bodies. New habits. New money. New locations. New homes and cars. New vacations. New cities. New friends. New existences, really.
For others, there is an emphasis on discarding any hindrance that held them back this year. "Don't settle" is their mantra.
I support all individual efforts toward improvement, especially when that improvement has a tangible impact on a person's health, psyche, well-being and community. Sometimes, you just have to go, change, move, seek or start fresh.
But I no longer believe in resolutions, only growth. Growth feels continuous and sustainable, while resolutions seem like term papers with firm deadlines. I always hated term papers.
Lost in the conversation about newness, however, are the elements of our current lives we might take for granted in our fight for something greater, better, more peaceful, more fulfilling and happier.
It's not as appealing to say we want to do more next year to support and connect with our friends or partners, rather than replace them. It's not as sexy to say that we want to thrive through the challenges in our current jobs in 2023 — instead of finding new gigs. And only a defeatist would decide against moving to a new city or state and choose to make a greater effort next year to bond with folks in their current communities, right?
But the New Year always seems to ask, "Why is everybody doing so much better than I am right now?" So the gyms fill up and the dating apps get downloaded again and the plans to finally relocate to the West Coast commence.