It’s 2015 and I haven’t set any resolutions for the new year.
There are a lot of things that I should do more of and a lot of things that I should do less of.
I should read more non-fiction and less fiction.
I should eat more salads and less cookies.
I should meditate more and use facebook less.
I should donate more often and shop less often.
I should floss my teeth more and eat candy less.
I should give more hugs and less criticisms.
I should keep a gratitude journal.
I should use conditioner.
I should slow down.
I should, should, should.
But these are all things that I know already before I make a choice.
Sometimes I regret my choices– like when I have to spend 20 minutes combing tangles out of my hair because I chose not to use conditioner– but mostly I can live with them and, would I do them again? Of course.
Life is about little trade-offs. It’s about giving in to guilty pleasures that bring you joy but only up until the trade-off point, the tipping point where they start to make you feel just plain guilty. No pleasure.
Like the point somewhere between mmmm, cookie dough! and oh god, why did I eat all that cookie dough? Or the point where alone time turns into neglected relationships. Or the balance between interested collector and hoarder.
Life is about finding that point where the least amount of guilty pleasure that can keep you happy without over indulging. The key being “keep you happy”.
Doing a juice cleanse and 7 days a week of boot camp, or giving up sugar for the rest of my life, or restricting my reading material to biographies of famous political figures, or whatever the hell else people resolve to do around this time of year will not keep me happy.
I don’t want to be a “new me”. I don’t want a fresh start. I want to embrace all those bad choices I’ve made and know I can make them just a little better next time if I want to.
I want to optimize my happiness with minimal indulgence
So, no, I’m not making resolutions. I’m making trade-offs.