I’m not much for New Year’s Resolutions. I never have been. Sure, I’ve made a few half-minded goals that I set aside and forgot about long before I even tried to resolve them. Most of them to change life-long habits; habits that will never change no matter how many January 1’s I see. None of them ever to change my life, just my actions. It’s easy to go on a diet for a few days, to say you’re going to finally get around to finishing all of the books you forgot to read, to be a better person, in general — whatever that means. A pessimist by heart and a cynic by choice, I can see the piles of ashes from the bridges I built with resolutions and then immediately left behind to burn.
To this year and every year hereafter, I not only pledge to be fearless I pledge to fear less. I will not be afraid of my inabilities nor afraid of my abilities. I will not be afraid of failure or of success. I will not be afraid to be perfectly flawed or completely imperfect. I will not be afraid of life, no matter how big and scary or small and dull it may be. I will be fearless.
Here’s to 2011 and all you may bring.
Bring it on.