I noticed it immediately when I popped into a store on a quick errand a few days ago. Gone were the up-front displays of last-minute holiday gifts and stocking stuffers. In their place were racks of active wear, water bottles, weight sets and exercise DVDs. Yes, it’s officially that time of year – you know, the time when we all promise ourselves that this will be it. ..the year when we’re finally [insert your own self-improvement vision here].
It’s not that I’m completely against self-improvement. I’m not even necessarily against making a resolution in honor of the New Year, if that kind of motivation works for you. The problem is that too many of us reach for impossible ideals fueled by impossible plans of action that lead to very real feelings of failure.
And that’s no good.
I’m a fan of setting goals because I’ve learned from experience that for me, a lack of direction often means floundering. Getting clear about where I’m going greatly increases the likelihood that I’ll get there.
But…I’ve also come to the shocking revelation that I am merely human, after all. I won’t always do the things I should do to reach my goals. My laser-like focus will become fuzzy at times. I will slip up and trip up and lay on the couch watching episode after episode of Homeland – none of which makes me a bad person.