The indulgent spenders vow to save. The smoker with a hacking cough promises to quit smoking. And the chronically tardy swear they’ll start showing up on time, if not a few minutes early.
Every year scores of people sit down and write down a list of what they dislike about themselves in the form of New Year’s Resolutions, because the start of another year on the Gregorian calendar means imminent change and the chance to start something – anything – anew.
And so for the first few weeks of every new year, the gyms fill up and sales of anything that can get sin taxed hit a low. All the while people pat themselves on the back for their progress, especially since the first step is always the hardest, you know?
But as a self-confessed dilettante who has started hundreds of personal projects and kicked zero bad habits, I can tell you for a fact that the first step is never the hardest. Especially when into unchartered territory, the first few steps have the potential to be the easiest in an entire journey; at that point we’re allowed naivety and the excitement is enough to sustain us for awhile.
In reality, it’s the seventeenth, twentieth, or even sixth or seventh step that makes people quit. That’s when complications begin to arise. That’s when that negative voices in your head starts eating at you. Or, even simpler than that, that’s when interest wanes and eventually disappears completely.
The crux of failing resolutions is that this isn’t taken into account. Everyone has the plan to start but then no one thinks things far enough to come up with a plan that’ll keep them motivated when the hopeful New Year high wears off.
Everyone assumes the power of the New Year is enough to get through all of the next 365 days.
So what is the point of this? I’m not sure. I hadn’t thought that far into the post.