A new year, a new page on the calendar, a new number at the end of the date. 2016. Fresh, young, ripe with promise. A clean slate, or, as Anne-with-an-E might say, a year with no mistakes in it yet.
We make our goals, our lists, our resolutions. We reflect on the ways we’ve grown, the things we’ve learned in the past year. My Facebook feed and blog reader are full of commitment and exhortation. Exercise more! Eat less! Pray more! Waste less! Be present! Choose your one word for the next twelve months! Make 2016 the best year ever!
All of this is good. More than good. The ability to reflect, the desire to change, the impetus to improve – these are a large part of what make us human. We know we fall short of perfection. We know there are areas of our lives in desperate need of restoration, of redemption. We know we can and should do better, and January 1 is as good a time as any to institute change.
All of this is good, but this year, though I’ve thought about goals I might implement, dreamed of things I might do to change this life of mine, I’m realizing that perhaps, instead of change, I’m being called to more of the same.
There are goals I could set for myself in a number of areas. Writing, spiritual growth, physical fitness. I could focus my time and attention on organizing my home or my budget or my meal plan, on writing a novel, on getting published. I could commit to a certain amount of time in prayer or bible study. I could set a running mileage goal for the year.
All of these are worthwhile. Valuable. Laudable. I will likely find myself pursuing one or more of them throughout the course of the next twelve months, may even set concrete goals for different areas of life.
But in the past few weeks, as I’ve thought about this life of mine and the changes I might implement, the resolutions I might make, the more I’ve felt a gentle nudge to let go of all of that, to continue on with more of the same. To settle more deeply into my current roles of believer, of wife, of mother, of friend. To seek contentment and joy in these small moments, in the daily grind. To be here, now.
And so I’m not making resolutions this year. At least not at this moment. Instead, I will keep on doing what I’ve been doing. keep pursuing more of the same.
How about you? Are you making New Year’s Resolutions for 2016?