Ditbits: Recycling Resolutions

So it's a new year, and I'm pondering all the usual things: how to stay young and healthy; how to see more of my kids; how to be more productive; how to make a greater contribution, how to better understand my God-given purpose; and, of course, my perennial favorite, how to simplify my life. Is it possible that I always include that last one to neutralize the first five? I mean, those five require effort and change, both of which could be interpreted -- in a mind such as mine -- as complications. Hence, they cancel each other out.

Done. My life is simplified. That was easy.

OR I could actually trim some fat elsewhere in my environment to make room for the first Fab Five resolutions. I could stop doing Facebook and watching TV and participating in any of a number of other guilty pleasures. But then, by my warped calculations, I'd be boring, one of those hyper-efficient Robo People. Have I mentioned that boring is so near the top of my list of bad personal characteristics that I don't even want to tell you?

But I will. I mean, ya got your selfish, your cruel, your duplicitous, your arrogant, and in that same insufferable sorority, ya got your boring. I suppose that makes me judgmental -- another of my A-list detractors -- which, necessarily, adds self-loathing to my own heap of deficiencies.

Are you beginning to see what a challenge it is for me to simplify... anything?

Perhaps I should consider counseling. On the other hand, that would be just another thing to add to my schedule, not to mention my list of things to ponder. So, nah.

Maybe I should just maintain the status quo, as I have for the last half-century of new years.

All together now, in a rousing rendition of the old folk song "There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza!" What a delightful little ditty about circular thinking. For some reason, I've remembered it over these many years since Girl Scout camp. Hmm.

Thanks for helping me process all this. I hope it hasn't complicated your life.