"Resolve" is a cleaner.
Dec. 30th, 2004 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kukla_tkoPeople are starting to post "Resolutions" for the new year. Hmm. I gave up on those years ago. I find that right after Christmas is not a good time to do such things.
However, here are my wishes for the new year, for myself and others:
Health.
I wish good health for myself. I wish for my back and my body to become strong again. I believe that this can be done. I wish good health upon all my loved ones, particularly those who have suffered recently.
Cheer.
I wish to be cheerful, and inspire cheer in others. Yes, I know that "Cheer" is also a detergent. I'm talking about the kind not involved in getting one's whites whiter, etc. I think that we don't bother enough with proper cheer these days. Cheerfulness. Cheering each other up. I wish for 2005 to be filled, not with ecstasy, or triumph... but simply CHEER. You know, less "Dear GHOD Yes, Yes, YES! NO no no. Ah, I'm spent." And more... "Yay!"
Release.
I wish for all the obsessions which cling to us like monkeys upon our backs to quietly get up and leave once the "Year of the Monkey" departs. I want them to pack up all their energy-sucking anxiety into little pointy packages, shove it up their little hairy asses and take it with them.
Birth.
I wish for the opportunity to give birth to all of the fantastic ideas which I have been incubating in my brain. I am ready to split my skull like Zeus and release Athena upon an unsuspecting world. I wish also for everyone who has been carrying a partially formed idea to allow it to mature and burst forth.
I am not going to "promise myself I will lose weight." How ridiculous is THAT? What would the point of it be? I refuse to saddle myself with all the baggage that will inevitably come with it, and the guilt that will settle around me if I fail. My beauty and my strength do not come from the number on the scale. My ability to dress up in amazing costumes is not limited by the number of my dress size. My ability to love and be loved is not in any way affected by my weight. Period.
PSST. All of you who are "going to lose X number of pounds this year" need to re-read that last paragraph. Read it again. Now sing it to yourself like a prayer. Let the idea soak in and become part of you. And feel the anxiety float off of you.
Ah. That anxiety weighed more than the random hunk of stored energy that you're worrying about.
Will I lose weight this year? Probably. But it will be a random side effect of the other things I am doing to fufill myself and bring cheer to my life. And if I don't lose any weight, I won't lose any sleep over it, either.
Remember, for centuries the phrase "You've lost weight" was synonymous with "You look as though you've been ill, are you feeling well?"
However, here are my wishes for the new year, for myself and others:
Health.
I wish good health for myself. I wish for my back and my body to become strong again. I believe that this can be done. I wish good health upon all my loved ones, particularly those who have suffered recently.
Cheer.
I wish to be cheerful, and inspire cheer in others. Yes, I know that "Cheer" is also a detergent. I'm talking about the kind not involved in getting one's whites whiter, etc. I think that we don't bother enough with proper cheer these days. Cheerfulness. Cheering each other up. I wish for 2005 to be filled, not with ecstasy, or triumph... but simply CHEER. You know, less "Dear GHOD Yes, Yes, YES! NO no no. Ah, I'm spent." And more... "Yay!"
Release.
I wish for all the obsessions which cling to us like monkeys upon our backs to quietly get up and leave once the "Year of the Monkey" departs. I want them to pack up all their energy-sucking anxiety into little pointy packages, shove it up their little hairy asses and take it with them.
Birth.
I wish for the opportunity to give birth to all of the fantastic ideas which I have been incubating in my brain. I am ready to split my skull like Zeus and release Athena upon an unsuspecting world. I wish also for everyone who has been carrying a partially formed idea to allow it to mature and burst forth.
I am not going to "promise myself I will lose weight." How ridiculous is THAT? What would the point of it be? I refuse to saddle myself with all the baggage that will inevitably come with it, and the guilt that will settle around me if I fail. My beauty and my strength do not come from the number on the scale. My ability to dress up in amazing costumes is not limited by the number of my dress size. My ability to love and be loved is not in any way affected by my weight. Period.
PSST. All of you who are "going to lose X number of pounds this year" need to re-read that last paragraph. Read it again. Now sing it to yourself like a prayer. Let the idea soak in and become part of you. And feel the anxiety float off of you.
Ah. That anxiety weighed more than the random hunk of stored energy that you're worrying about.
Will I lose weight this year? Probably. But it will be a random side effect of the other things I am doing to fufill myself and bring cheer to my life. And if I don't lose any weight, I won't lose any sleep over it, either.
Remember, for centuries the phrase "You've lost weight" was synonymous with "You look as though you've been ill, are you feeling well?"
