Relative Something

Well, here it is, the second day of a whole new year and I can’t detect any difference from the world I was experiencing just a week ago. As a regular visitor to one of the local health clubs where I meet with friends three times a week to play soccer, I have been able to witness the annual January influx of new resolve many years in a row. It lasts about two weeks. All of us regulars laugh at the phenomenon. And we suffer it. In January our routines get knocked all out of whack while the new people who have no routine yet, enter our world and push us out of our normal parking places, crowd our regular locker bays and use all the towels.

I would love to be surprised this year and have them all stay for the whole year. And I wouldn’t mind one bit if they didn’t make it through the week, if you know what I mean.

I am much more impressed when an individual chooses to make a resolution for their own reasons on their own time and not using the convenience of the turnover of a calendar year as the impetus to institute change. It probably has more chance of becoming an enduring change.

I’ll find out on Monday what sort of health club resolutions were made in my neighborhood. I should probably plan to head in early, but I haven’t made that resolution, so I’ll likely squeak in at the last minute, like usual.