Resolutions are great — they bring fulfillment and completion. To resolve something means I just read the very last page of the book — and feel satisfied.
But I’ve never been a big New Years Resolution fan. I’ve likely set 2–3 goals in the last 5–10 years. I agree: pretty pathetic.
Though since I enter this annual reflection on why I don’t draft resolutions every new year, I’m reminded I tend to set goals and resolutions during the…summer? Maybe because that’s how school semesters work, or my birthday is during the summer so I’m naturally reflective and say stuff like “for the next year…”
So if you want to learn what resolutions I’ll be making in 2016, you’ll need to hang on to your pants and wait another six months because I’ve got nothin’ right now.
That said, I still love the ending to stories. I love when we enter into the setting, then we’re confronted with the conflict, we reach the climax, and then hit the resolve. Those are amazing moments — seeing purposes fulfilled and our 20:20 hindsight draw seemingly disconnected pieces from our past and knit them together for that “ah-ha!” moment. Those are beautiful times. I hope you can draw on your resolutions to find contentment. To find peace. To find the end of the story.