I'd long since given up new year's resolutions. I never kept them for long, and all they seemed to do was make me feel guilty, inadequate, and miserable. I do still kiss DH at midnight and make sure to have a bite of black-eyed peas on January 1st. I also try to do things on that day that I want to continue to do all year long.
But while the kissing is fun (and it obviously works--we're affectionate all year, lol!), the other beliefs have never worked any better than the resolutions did. And for the last year or two I've been playing with the idea of dropping them, also. Until now.
DH and I celebrated our third Samhain this past weekend, and we had a long talk about when it makes sense, to us, to celebrate the new year. We decided that November 1st suits us much better than January 1st. It didn't quite sink in this year, so we didn't kiss at midnight or have black-eyed peas the next day, but we did spend yesterday doing things we wanted to keep doing all year long.
It's much too soon to tell whether this will work, of course. But it feels better. It feels right. If I can keep these things up for a month or longer, which is about how long I ever kept those resolutions, I'll know that I'm on the right path.
And, either way, next October 31 I do plan to add that kiss at midnight!
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