NOW

I have been thinking about resolutions a lot lately and the way we conceptualize the new year... the promise it holds, the demarkation of time and our sense of progress, the linear attempt to divide up the infinite of experience into bite-sized, knowable, and limitable chunks.

I always hated resolutions—thought they were silly and a waste of time. But now I find myself more taken with the idea... more drawn to the idea of a concerted and mindful effort toward self-improvement and spiritual/personal evolution.

What hit me this year is how silly it is to put such emphasis on a cathartic exploration and metaphorical rebirth on one tiny little date within the year. Why not allow renewal to happen all the time? At any moment? Why not sieze any and every opportunity to refresh, start anew, or head in a different direction?

If we allowed ourselves such flexibility in our resolution-making, our capacity for growth and adaptation would surely increase. The responsibility we hold in determining who we are (how we are, what we are, etc.) would also increase – which can be scary and daunting – but so would our freedom in defining our lives and charting a course through every up and down.

There is something beautiful in the limitless expanse of possibility that exists in every moment. Terrifying and beautiful and powerful and humbling all at once. Lately I've been thinking it might make more sense to embrace the multitude of so many chances to continually change than to allow myself to get stuck in a linear, mechanistic, or stasis-like sense of time.

Choice.
Perspective.
Change.
Acceptance.
Awareness.
Willingness.

And a resolution to allow such resolve to occur and re-occur every time/moment/now it is needed.