new year’s resolution
My new year’s resolution is no more resolutions. Every January I make a resolution or two and vow to stick with it no matter what. Well, when life gets in the way I break the resolution. Breaking the resolution makes me feel guilty and like I’ve let myself down. With everything going on in my life right now, I can’t take on any additional stress.
For instance, the day my break from grad school began I carefully chose four books that I would read over my four weeks off: Absalom, Absalom, Watership Down, East of Eden and Lolita. I became so excited the week of finals about reading books that I chose, books that I had discussed with fellow grad students or professors, books that I just plain needed to read (ahem, Faulkner). Instead, I would up spending the first week resting, watching Gossip Girl season 1 and decorating the house for Christmas. In order to further my reading efforts, I took Watership Down from the office and put it on my nightstand.”Now that I can see it, I’ll read it,” I thought. Wrong.
The following week came and went with my birthday celebration and Christmas festivities. I went to bed every night exhausted, looking at the Richard Adams classic before I would turn my lamp off.
The third week of break became a project week. I gave my poor, beat up Toms a makeover. I made mercury glass, notepads, a perpetual journal. I sewed buttons onto pants and shirts that had long been neglected, all while watching season 2 of Gossip Girl. My Christmas break reading list left my mind with my hands busy at work and my mind turning to Upper East Side mush.
The week after New Year’s arrived and I realized my thesis deadline was quickly approaching. I started feverishly working on writing, editing then rewriting with lots more editing. My deadline came and went yesterday, and my advisor gave me an unsolicited extension of another week.
Now, here I am. The week before classes start and four books on my reading list. And, what do I feel? Guilt! I feel guilty because I haven’t read four books that I am not obligated to read at all, but I told myself I wanted to read them. But, I didn’t. So, the guilt has set in.
This whole story to say that I tend to beat myself up when I don’t accomplish my goals, not matter how meaningless or insignificant in the scheme of things. I guess that isn’t the worst quality to have, but I just realized that I am putting undue stress on myself. And let’s face it, I don’t’ need any more grey hair. I still have goals, but they don’t have a time limit. I haven’t given up on accomplishing things in my life. I just think the deadlines are the problem, these stressors.
So in an effort to reduce stress and be a little more carefree, I resolve not to make resolutions. Here’s to a great, new year!



