Actions, not resolutions or "Put down the cheeseburger and pick up the celery"
What do we want to change about ourselves?
What brought us sadness?
What brought us joy?
What can we do to achieve inner peace, lose that extra weight or find that perfect someone we know is waiting out there for us.
In order to answer this myriad of questions, we make resolutions for this year, plans for how we’re going to change, improve and grow as people.
These resolutions end up working about as well as the radiation safety measures at Chernobyl: designed with good intent but horrible in application.
Don’t make resolutions, dear readers. Take action.
Resolutions are vague, shadowy ideals; actions are swift, decisive solutions.
It’s all well and good to say you’ll do something in the new year, but you have to take the plan and bring it forward with action.
If you want to lose weight, join the Sportsplex and literally work that butt off.
If you want inner peace, join a church and commune and grow with fellow believers.
If you want an end to being alone, sitting around on the couch, moping and eating ice cream while watching romantic comedies isn’t going to get the job done. Go out there and meet people.
Don’t be afraid of failure. Not every action will have a positive result, but there is joy to be found even in defeat.
You pick yourself back up, brush off the dirt and keep right on trying, remembering the lessons that led to your fall.
Put down the cheeseburger and pick up the celery.
Put down the bottle and pick up the Bible.
And for God’s sake, take a chance and tell him or her how you feel about them. You never know; they just might feel the same way, too.
We aren’t guaranteed tomorrow. The deaths of dear friends Zona Johnson and John Vance taught me that this year.
“Hold each moment fast, and live and love as hard as you know how. Make each moment last because the best of times is now.”
Go out and live this year, Opelika.
I know I will.
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