The Anti-Resolution

It’s that time of year again - time to make New Year’s resolutions.  So often we resolve to do more;  more exercise, more dieting, more prayer, more reading.  Well this year I’m making the anti-resolution.  I’m going to do less.

less worrying;  it’s just not getting me anywhere

less yelling;  it (quite literally) falls on deaf ears

less freaking out; a) it’s not very ladylike, and b) it comes with a horrendous hangover

less doubting myself;  I was chosen to be her mother for a reason, even if I can’t see it

less insomnia;  tossing and turning doesn’t solve anything

less beating myself up for falling short of perfect; there’s just no such thing

less talking;  listening is better

less anger; getting mad only makes things worse

less guilt; accepting grace trumps assuming  judgment

 

Less.  Not more.  I’m tired of trying to be more:  more perfect, more beautiful, more youthful.  I’m done.

This year I resolve to do less.

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