The Year of No Resolutions

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My Instagram feed is full of people saying this is the year of no resolutions. Apparently, in 2020 we learned that “be better” should be simply “be”. Like resolutions are a pressure, a burden weighing us down. I’ve never really seen them like that. To me, they are wishes upon fireworks that we dare to say out loud. This year I WANT…

I want to dance more, read more, write more, eat more fruit, more late-night conversations with friends, more holidays, more music! I want long walks exploring my city, I want to learn a new language or a new skill. I want to do something that scares me or something stupid just for the thrill. I WANT…

It’s an opportunity to think about what makes us happy and what doesn’t, a chance to say I will choose the former.

Saying 2021 is the Year of No Resolutions sounds a little like we’re giving up before it’s begun. And I get it, if you subscribe to the idea that happiness is reality minus expectations, “no resolutions” seems like a good place to start. I think happiness is a slightly more complicated art. I respect your no resolutions rule, but I can’t subscribe. Because as tired as this January finds me, I’m alive and kicking and I WANT…

We do this on New Year’s Eve because staring at 365 shiny days anything seems possible. In the quotidian hassle, we sometimes lose sight of it. In the wake of alarm clocks and coffee stains and annoying colleagues and frustrated friends and thinning end-of-month bank statements and addictive tv-series and catchy advertisements for things we don’t need… we often forget the I WANTs.

Revolutionary thought? Maybe resolutions aren’t OKRs, maybe they’re an opportunity to wish out loud. Unapologetically, unabashedly. What do you want? What makes you happy? What will you say YES to in the upcoming 365 days?

The Year of No Resolutions can just as easily be the Year of Yes-Resolutions.

Slow runner, fast walker. I have dreamed in different languages. I read a lot. Yes, my curls are real.