SPONSOR: hbkcpa.com/consultants/richard-c-morrow/ MT 2:2 We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage.
You say you need a resolution? Well, you know, it's true, we all wanna change … um, lots of stuff, I suppose.
Mostly personal, am I right?
It is a fact that, just as the earth dwellers have done from cave-critter days through the log cabin phase up to the present flip-this-house day; we take this time at the first part of the first month of a new year, decade and potentially era (hey, this could be another "Roaring '20s" for all we know?), and begin the ritual.
Indeed, oaths, vows, declarations, promises and pledges to self are being made throughout the whole of the third rock as you read this very line. Er, at least by sunrise manana.
Given that New Year's Day fell in the middle of the week this potentially historic year, I'm hunchin' that the humans are embarking upon this epic epoch as soon as the rooster crows TOMORROW. No judgement; it's the "first FULL week" logic. Yadda yadda yadda.
And so, the inevitable and ages-old quandary of man versus self emerges as we look at our reflections tomorrow and say: HOW WILL YOU MAKE LIFE BETTER FOR THOSE IN YOUR ORBIT IN THE NEW YEAR, DORKFACE?
Oh, maybe I'm the only self-deprecator in the bunch? I digress. Then again, maybe I don't digress.
Perhaps I should start with a little less PK-bashing and a little more of that mushy gushy "self-love" I keep hearing the Kardashians and Taylor Swift (et a)l yammering on and on about? You know, the whole not-feeling-guilty about spending time -and perhaps money- on YOU.
Like, going to a spa … or attending a girls' weekend … or eating lunch someplace other than over your keyboard and behind your monitor.
Hmm. I guess I could try it, although the shame and remorse are already welling up inside me like helium in a Macy's parade float. I swear I'm sweating.
These "self-lovers" - they don't happen to be Italian Catholics, do they? Didn't think so; that's not how we're wired, exactly…sigh.
Dude, it's been under a minute and I've already spilled a humongous figurative coffee stain all over my "self-love" on its inaugural wearing. Shoot now I probably can't even return it for something of equal or lesser value, say, "self-tolerating"? Hmpf.
Maybe a different resolution route? Like, trying harder not to flipping cuss so stinking much. Ahem. What? It's not tomorrow yet!
Or definitely less complaining. You don't need specifics but suffice it to say that "Babies R Us" isn't always exclusively about diaper genies and strollers, Capisce? Sometimes I'm a Wendy Whiner…on steroids…during a tropical depression…times Pi. I'll work on it.
Less grumbling; more giving. Yeah, that's the ticket for 2020. This self-proclaimed grateful girl needs to give a little more than before. And, as a barometer I gathered a bunch of great suggestions from Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta.
I found 29 of her top quotes (one for nearly every day of the month) but here are three of my faves:
"If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one."
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."
"Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier."
Amen. And in 2020, I'm determined to pen at least one kernel of knowledge to inspire another---like Saint Mother Teresa does for me ... and millions of other homosapiens, too. Happy resolving, all!
Kimerer is a columnist with a whiny disposition but sunny soul. Check out her inner brightness at her blog site www.patriciakimerer.com