“Happy New Year!” A biker shouted as he passed us on the hiking trail.
“I’m not into the whole New Year thing are you?” Doug asked, as he stepped aside, obviously annoyed.
“Kinda,” said the woman who had been ruminating on her New Year’s resolutions for days.
“I mean, for how long do we have to keep saying Happy New Year anyway?” Doug asked.
“Grumpy New Year!” I called out to no one in particular.
“You know,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be a better person, having a fresh start, and feeling optimistic about the future.”
I was feeling defensive.
People make fun of people who want to lose weight, get their life in order, and make some better choices at the New Year but my god, what’s the point if we can’t have hope that things might change for the better at least once a year?
Last year I spent a whole week working on my goals for 2021. Did it help? Maybe. Was it entertaining during Covid? Definitely.
This year I’m not doing that. I’m ditching the big goals in favor of tiny habits that will nurture my life and others.
Daily, they are:
Meditation
Nutrition
Creation
Elevation
Expansion
If I was good with alliteration this would be the 5 G’s of 2022 or spell a word but all I could come up with were 5 words that rhyme.
What do I hope to achieve with these daily habits?Love. Joy. Peace.
I think those are big enough goals for one year, don’t you?
