New Years Refusals
a remarkably foolish take on commitments.
Tomorrow night, is a night that people traditionally get drunk and make huge promises to themselves and the world. These, in terms of their probability reflect the sobriety of the person making the resolution.
This year? I’m going to make a few resolutions of things I’m not going to do and I won’t feel too bad about. Here are a few:
I’m not going to buy a new car. I likely could, and the car I have right now is good enough. When bored or distracted, I like to read about cars. The one I have now is fine and good. The fact that it is paid for does not mean that I’m obliged to go into the dealership and make plans for what’s next or to level up to something more suitable for a person of my… you get the idea.
I’m not going to start a festival / race of kinetic sculptures of amphibious human powered monstrosities. Though I’m dedicating my life to levity, I’m not going to try to start and run a festival.
We as a family are not going to move nor entertain the idea of a house in the country. I’m on a timeline to focus on other stuff. This is one thing that I get distracted with all of the time. I simply don’t have the time for real estate.
I’m not going to travel for pleasure. If I have time off, I’ll be spending it as close to my bed as possible.
I’m not going to start an equine psychotherapy practice. I’m writing books, raising a family and attempting to stay healthy. I love horses. No point in ruining them with work?
These are all things that I want to do. These are all things that were attached to my big list of goals.
Now, your turn.
Remember those goal lists we were working on a while ago?
Go back to them.
Start to de clutter.
Whittle things down to half the size of the list of desires.
There will be some easy ones.
Make those your New Year refusals: Ways you refuse to let yourself become distracted / obsessed with as you have bigger fish to fry.
We’ll refine how to find those fish soon.
In the meantime, remember that old saying:
If you overfill your bucket, you’ll end up with wet feet. Unless the bucket is filled with crap. Then you’ll end up with wet, shitty feet.