I’m sharing this essay this week because I’ve always liked it. (It’s nice to like your own work, isn’t it?) It’s from my first book, Flip-Flops After 50: And Other Thoughts On Aging I Remembered To Write Down and I’m sharing it this week, not because I’m a little behind on this week’s essay, but because I still like the message. (And maybe I’m a little behind . . . ) I hope you enjoy it—feel free to let me know.
The New Year’s resolution. Who thought up that idea? This national, subversive trend supposedly designed to empower people to change their lives for the better but which ultimately sabotages all behavior aimed at self-reflection? Probably someone in California.
The theory is plausible: examine your life and make note of where some change is due. At the first breath of the New Year, the launch of twelve months of possibility, the threshold of potential, vow to all humankind (or any of your close, personal friends who happen to be around) that you will make that change to the best of your ability. You will lose ten pounds, you most definitely will quit smoking, and you will finally put away some money for a rainy day (or a sunny day, say, in Jamaica). This will happen—as God is your witness, let no man put asunder. Then you order another plate of nachos, light up a cigarette, and buy another round of champagne cocktails for yourself and your friends to celebrate the new you.
Some resolutions may have a longer life than the few seconds after they are uttered. I’m sure there are people out there who take them seriously. All that introspection and taking stock must be good for the soul (or something). People take more time noticing what they aren’t doing in their lives, what they haven’t accomplished, or who they haven’t been nice to today than they did in the past. I don’t imagine that the pioneers gathering at the town well on New Year’s Eve two hundred years ago were figuring out which piece of their emotional baggage to work on. Today, however, we are encouraged by shrinks, friends, therapists, books, websites, magazine articles, and television infomercials to excavate our psyches. If you find something amiss in your life and it needs improvement, I am willing to bet a study has already been done on it and there’s a book and series of workshops out there that will help you fix it. To be honest, I admire such self-repair; I just don’t want you to invite me to the party. We all know how much fun it is to hang out with people who spend a lot of time thinking about themselves and then hashing it out with you. (Spoiler: It’s not fun.)
I’m sure some of you might think me insensitive to those among us who are reflective. Socrates suggested that an unexamined life is not worth living. Maybe so—but an over-examined life is boring. Whatever happened to the natural process of figuring out what needs to be changed? Like listening—not only to yourself—but also to the people around you. Picking up clues from our environment about how to behave is pretty much how people did it before we were all urged to look inside. My opinion? The pendulum has swung a little wide, and in doing so, it has closed many of us off from one another. Eventually, though, it will come back to the middle and we will all live happily ever after in an effectively communicative society that balances self-introspection with symbiosis. Just like algae on lichen—that’s how I like to live.
As for New Year’s resolutions, I’ll give them a shot. Doing what everybody else is doing can’t be all bad—in moderation. But, just to be different (something I constantly do and perhaps consider changing), I will modify the process just a little to give myself a fighting chance. Instead of New Year’s resolutions, I will make New Year’s adjustments.
Here goes:
1. I will keep at that ten pounds. (Fine. Twenty.) But in my defense, I did join a gym, and those pounds didn’t go anywhere, except on vacation for a little while in the summer. They came right back right between Halloween and Thanksgiving.
2. I will try to be more patient with my husband . . . as long as his resolution is to remember to pick up and put away his stuff.
3. I’ll save some money. I’ll save a twenty-dollar bill in my desk between January 1st and December 31st, just to prove I can do it.
I think three is enough. Wish me luck.
Happy New Year.
New Year's Adjustments
I enjoyed this piece very much. I particularly respect that you surfaced three “adjustments” for the new year - three is the cornerstone of my weekly column. . .https://ruleofthree.substack.com.
I intend to recommend and cross-promote your column, unless you send me a (notarized) cease and desist letter. Thanks. . .
VERY cool to see you on Substack