December 31st, 2013
I think the appeal of a resolution is that it promises to knit our lives into a story. I hunger for story as much as the next person, but I’m here to remind you we can’t decide what the story is really about before it begins. In this particular case it begins tomorrow.
One year I let go of the burden of a resolution that would wag a finger at me all year long. Instead of hoping to lose a few pounds or keep my closet neat, in some marvelous flash of self acceptance, I resolved to be willing to be surprised. Was this specific enough I fretted. Yes, indeed it was. Instead of being faced with my dreary failure to open mail more diligently or keep my desk clear I was cheered on by the persistence of my own folly. Leaving the window open just a crack I had let in a little more wonder.