“Being negative only makes a difficult journey more difficult. You may be given a cactus, but you don’t have to sit on it.” Joyce Meyer
I’m trying to be positive, but I hold no notion 2020 will be any better than 2019 unless I take the cacti by the thorns. I remember thinking 2018 was awful…. Now 2019 has been awful. I think you get what you expect, and I’ve been expecting nothin’ if not the worse.
I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions anymore per se. Why take the time when you are going to break them. I set goals…I break them too but try to climb back on the horse whenever I fall off…until lately. Lately, I’ve chosen the easy way, to lay in my bed of cactus and sleep in it.
As I look at the “coming New Year” posts I made from 2016, 2017, and 2018, it would appear we are…or I am…in a downward spiral. A toilet bowl kind of spiral. I have a vision of a large turd with my face on it going around, and round, and down. and down. Too dramatic? Sorry, just the way I feel.
I am sitting in the dark, listening to rain pelt down against my metal roof trying to take inventory of the previous year. I probably need to turn on some lights, my depression is getting the better of me. My inventory tells me I haven’t accomplished very much…and sadly, I’m feeling okay with having done absolutely nothing I needed to do in 2019…2018…etc.
I once looked at the New Year as a painter looks at a blank canvas. What kind of brilliant colors can I put on my canvas? Who am I kidding? I can’t draw a stick figure that looks like a stick figure and my 2019 canvas is still blank…blank? Blank to the point of being transparent. I seem to be sucking the color out of my life and planting more cacti.
Even the simple things seem to escape me. I’m still trying to lose the ten pounds I needed to lose in 2016. By God! I’m going to do it this year! Or maybe next. Should I put a check in the box because it is still just ten pounds…maybe, I haven’t weighed today, and yesterday and the day before were long days of TV football and pizza eating. Let’s look shall we…nope can’t check that box. Tomorrow? 2021?
I’d like to resolve to enjoy life more…something I’m not doing…and so little time left. If I resolve I make a resolution so I can’t do that for fear of breaking it.
Sometimes my lack of motivations are external forces at work but this morning I look in the mirror, I point a finger, scrunch up my face and yell, “Really? It’s your fault. Get off your ass and do something with that potted cactus.” It is my fault. I am choosing to sit on the cactus. It seems easier to deal with the pain than do something about it.
Years ago, I had an old fart tell me his biggest issue with growing old was having no dreams. The old fart was younger than I now am. Not sleep dreams, old farts still have those. Accomplishment dreams, relationship dreams, aspirational dreams are no longer there. Young men have dreams, old men have memories…or regrets. I believed him to be full of ”**it.” Not so much now.
My goal is to change my outlook. I still won’t have aspirational dreams; those days are gone unless it is aspiring to get out of bed. I can have accomplishment dreams and relationship dreams. I can add to my memories…somehow. I have some ideas, some things to think about. Positive thoughts on how to change the direction my brain is taking me. We’ll see. You’ll have to wait until the end of 2020 to find out. “Tune in next year….”
If I made a New Year’s resolution, it would be to“quit wallerin’ on a cactus and destroying the blooms”…the good things.
Set some easy goals at first like losing a pound ten times instead of saying you had to lose ten pounds all at once…or fifteen and if you fall off the wagon, climb out of the cacti. Maybe quit eating Oreos and drinking chocolate milk as a midnight snack…that might get the job done right there…but the Oreos!
Take care of the little things, the easy things daily, and maybe the big things won’t overwhelm you. Remember that no problem ever gets better on its own.
To all a Happy New Year and a wish for us all…
“I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.”–Brooke Hampton
Don Miller writes on various subjects both fiction and non-fiction. His author’s page may be found at https://www.facebook.com/cigarman501/?eid=ARBT–kBkSHJV1fxQoDO_FML7NeUu6ktF4-9U4AQ6u3WdIzjy__fU6WDa_wF0AlHkp3VPIxEzVnOBjkb