A young woman asked me about my new year’s resolutions. Since I had never seen her before and didn’t feel comfortable sharing my perceived hopes and dreams with a complete stranger, I was glib. I told her my resolution was to not have any resolutions. To be honest, that is my truthful resolution for 2017.
2016 was a quagmire of death, sadness, hopelessness, and despair. It seems like the universal mindset had taken a time capsule to a time when one or another religion was considered the TRUE religion and it was okay to persecute others who didn’t agree. The divide between US and THEM has grown wider. Politics has become the new religion. Racism is in while hope and change is out. It looks like women and people of color are being ushered to the balcony, kitchen, fields, trains, and back of the bus. The fantasy of George Orwell’s 1984 is finally coming to fruition. History is repeating itself in a horrible way and if you point it out, you’re called an elite, liberal crybaby. Prince has died and the world is partying like it’s 1939.
This is not the time to make resolutions on losing weight, saving money, or finding the perfect mate. This is the time to make a resolution to calm the crazy and try to make the world a better place. Be a little kinder. Be polite. Stop demonizing others. Be the better part of humanity. If we all curl up on the couch with a glass of champagne and vow 2017 will be the year we finally get to that ideal dress size, the world is lost. It’s hard to celebrate that new dress size in a world of chaos.