I resolve to sing hymns with friends.
I resolve to stop moaning and learn some French. (Update: the other day at the tennis club I overheard and understood a grandpa sighing “La vie est pas facile…” How appropriate.)
I resolve to occasionally be on time, sometimes even with my hair dried.
I resolve to look in the mirror less, and when I do, to never again label my body pathetic or weak or broken or to throw any other curses at this thing the Lord has knit together and sustained.
I resolve that even if I spend another whole year in survival mode, I will accept it not with resentment but with gratitude, not with worry and white knuckles but with humility and open hands. I resolve to greet each day with gladness as a thing the Lord has put in front of me, to do this even if my hands only swell more and my knees never fully straighten, if pain remains a constant and if my wonky eye turns out to be a Thing. I will hold in front of me the words “He makes me lie down in green pastures”, so when He literally does this I will remember it is out of or for goodness.
I resolve to dare to want and to dream, two things I am terrible at, and not to fall into the comfortable rut of no expectations. I resolve to hold my wants and dreams loosely in the face of a generous God who says yes, a wise God who says no.
I resolve to speak truth instead of tickling ears with flattery.
I resolve to become a reader again. I resolve to read fewer headlines and more articles. I resolve to not consume so much of the internet that I am utterly jaded. I resolve to read more of my friends’ blogs and fewer of strangers’. I resolve to actually answer personal emails sometimes. And also: books. Those are a thing.
I resolve to hold my kids’ souls tight and their bodies loosely. I will get lessons for my daughter in the instrument she wants to play, not in the one I wanted her to play. I will not treat my son like an alien--but man, boys are weird, am I right?
I resolve to stay in touch with the dear ones, the ones who slip away so naturally with the kind of life we lead. I resolve to let neither shyness nor laziness nor time zones stop me.
I resolve to continue buying pain au chocolat every blessed time I go into the grocery store, because life is short and European tours are shorter. I resolve to try not to devour them immediately in the car in the parking lot in a ravenous carb-lust. Yay planning!
I resolve to not tally up my ten thousand small failures, or yours, because His mercies are new every morning.
I resolve to not trouble you with any more blog posts in which I repeat a word so very much. Here’s a pseudoinspirational picture of a shrubbery.