With long lines at the gym and salad bars, I can’t help but think January has to mean something more to me. It’s not just a new calendar year, it’s a new beginning: a time, no doubt, to set goals and pause for reflection, a park bench for all of us to sit on and ask ourselves what’s important to me?
It’s a great month to lift the distractions that had descended upon us during the holiday season, the perfect opportunity to focus on those things in our lives that really matter: for me it’s the things that are really important, you know, the ones that make me happy.
Of course, the follow up question is what makes me happy? Family, friends, health. It’s the usual cast of characters. But, perhaps, it’s not so obvious. Maybe what makes me happy – in addition to these things – is still lurking out there, evading the right side of the either ors.
I can acknowledge that a single month isn’t long enough to make the minor tweaks necessary in my life to result in lasting happiness (by the way, I’m a pretty happy guy, but once you get a taste you just want more). But it certainly is a good time to recognize the fact that life is about choices, and I probably should pause and really make sure I’m making the right ones. I can take the time to ask myself, is this important to me? If the answer is yes, well the rest is pretty simple: get in line, if there is one.