I’m generally not a fan of resolutions – they generally aim too high, lack staying power and lead to feelings of guilt and failure when they inevitably crash and burn.
But this year, I’m ignoring my own advice and I’m committing to a resolution for the New Year.
A resolution inspired by watching my husband over the past few days.
The day after Christmas found us on a plane leaving warm and soggy Atlanta to travel to not-quite-as-warm-but-equally-soggy Baltimore for a few days of football (Go Ravens!), family (his) and crab cakes (all his!).
And my husband loves his crab cakes. On this visit, like every visit to Maryland, he consumed crab for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack. Every bowl of soup was upended to reach every last drop. Each plate that held a precious crab cake was scraped or licked clean. Every last morsel was consumed with passion and purpose.
It was a beautiful thing.
In those moments, he was not concerned with the head-shaking that others may engage in when observing a soup bowl turned into a mug. He didn’t exercise restraint, metering out the bites like little crab crumbs left to mark a trail.
He ate with full-force gusto.
Which is also how he lives.
My resolution for the New Year is to become a plate-licker. Probably not literally, because I rarely see the bottom of a plate, but in attitude. To worry less about restraint and instead, focus more on the pleasure in the moment. To celebrate hedonism in the small things without concern for what others think I should be doing.
And to realize that happiness and joy is not a finite resource that must be parceled out in order to last.
Happy New Year!
In 2015, I presented a challenge – to my readers and to myself – in place of a resolution. How did you do? I’m still working on mine:)