I must admit, I love transitions. Not everyone does. Something about the satisfaction of where I’ve been mixed with the excitement of where I’m going. Even when I’m leaving something ideal and going into something uncomfortable, I experience a thrill during any transition.
A new year can represent a transition.
I’m not a resolution person. Nor am I much of a goal-setter. You will not hear me say or suggest, “New year. New me.” It’s not that these don’t work. Plenty of people use resolutions, goals, and the new year to launch a new version of themselves. Those things just aren’t for me.
I prefer to pursue worthy callings that are largely unaffected by a new year. My approach is to put high standards in place and let the application of my daily discipline determine when I am deserving of my aims. Yet the transition to a new year does bring something fresh, yet familiar, like a reptile shedding its skin.