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52 Weeks. 52 New Year's Resolutions.

The Resolution Challenge June 18, 2010

The moment one definitely commits oneself then Providence moves as well.  All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred.  A stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favour all manner of unforeseen accidents, meetings, and material assistance that no one could have dreamed would come their way.  Whatever you can do or dream you can do, begin it.  Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.  Begin it now.” – Gregory Maguire quoting W. H. Murray quoting Goethe.

Roll up roll up one and all to the latest in blogging experiments.  For your enjoyment, actually no, for my betterment, I have decided to tackle one New Year’s resolution per week for the entirety of 2010 (circumstances permitting) in an endeavour to fix the myriad of problems in my life and hopefully to provide some amusing anecdotes along the way.  52 weeks.  52 resolutions.

What’s that you ask?  The purpose of all this?  Well, over the years I’ve painted myself into the proverbial corner, packed myself in cotton wool, and all those other relatable clichés that basically describe how someone can extricate themselves from society at large to unintentionally enter a life of isolation and hermitude.  This all happened so slowly I was virtually unaware.  You see, I am shy, clumsy, don’t think before I speak, and have found it difficult in the past to laugh at myself when the situations that result from these unfortunate traits make me wish for nothing more than to crawl under a rock for the rest of my days.  This was fine when I was young and malleable but as the years progressed and the tally of painfully embarrassing moments grew, my inclination to withdraw just that little bit further, accompanied with a stern warning that the offending experience was not to be repeated, has found me like a rabbit in the headlights when faced with the prospect of a social outing.

So now I much prefer to stay at home and do things on my own terms which has made my withdrawal all the more easy because I live a fair way out of town and have a ridiculously unfounded phobia of “chatting” on the phone so my friends know not to call me.  Excuses that are just the right shape to hide behind.

I believe our success in life depends on how much ‘necessary discomfort’ we are able to tolerate.  Currently my barometer for ‘necessary discomfort’ is low to nil.  If I can avoid it, I will.  Who cares about success, right?

But I do care about acceptance and while stressing all New Year’s Eve over the most ideal way to spend a few hours to absolutely ensure 2010 would be full of brilliance and shiny things I discovered that very few of my friends gave a toss about what I was up to.  This, combined with a list of New Year’s resolutions that had passed double digits and a desire to no longer be one of those people who dotes on my problems but never does anything to change them, culminated in the resolution challenge.  A plan that would see me leaving behind the baggage of the last decade and making 2010 the best year yet.  And once I decided to commit to the plan suddenly there were indicators everywhere that I was doing the right thing, hence why I’ve included the above quote.  You will never meet your fate if you keep yourself locked away.

So here I am, ready for a fresh start.  I figure by completing one resolution per week not only will I overcome some of my fears and become more skilled and knowledgeable in areas that interest me, I also hope to include my friends as much as possible and maybe connect with a few more along the way.  And I’m sure I’ll have some regrets but isn’t it better to regret the things you did do than the ones you didn’t?

These resolutions won’t be ground-breaking. I won’t be jumping out of any planes (unless a certain someone manages to talk me around) or running with bulls at Pamplona, or generally doing anything that requires a large outlay of cash.  There will be no John Safran or Morgan Spurlock type moments.  Breaking out of your comfort zone takes baby steps.

There won’t be any longer term goals; lose weight, quit something, make money.  They require too much commitment to fit into the handy week-long compartment. They are also dull, and destined for failure.

The resolutions I choose may be something you do every day.  Lucky you.  But for me they will either be completely new or something I haven’t done in a long time and hopefully my fresh take will bring them an interesting perspective, plus I’d love to learn from your own experience.  I hope to achieve these resolutions with a large dollop of humour and hopefully you might learn something along the way.  And voila with all that guff out of the way, let’s get started!