Here we are, almost 15 hours into that 2018 glow of optimism .
The residue born of a new year. Crisp. Clean. Dryer sheet fresh. Resolutions nicely stacked. Intentions arrayed. Plan deployed. All within reach. Awaiting early, earnest and enduring action.
But rest assured. Reality is on its way.
On its beck and call. Answering only to itself. Date, time and circumstance to be designated. Determined to fulfill its mission. Adding wrinkles, smudges and funk to your plans. Converting those honest intentions into serious doubt. Pulling one from the bottom and tipping your stack. Scattering your will and resolutions about.
So in advance of reality’s pending arrival, and while there is still time, consider embracing the present from another perspective.
Resolutions are but nouns.
Statements. Something that is resolved. Formal expressions of opinion, will, or intent. Things that are meant to happen. Should happen. Are gonna happen.
Well, I don’t know what happened.
Things that by their very definition sure seem to depict a stop right from the start. Implications of passivity. And notions of destiny.
Tough to make the most of the moment as a noun.
Resolve is a verb.
Actions that are meant to break up and separate. Reducing by analysis. Distinguishing between or making independently visible.
Causing. Dealing with successfully. Clearing up, finding answers, making clear or understandable. Finding a mathematical solution of, splitting up into two or more components, assigning directions, reaching firm decisions.