Resolution
· a measure of the amount of detail in an image
· the capability of an optical system to distinguish, find, or record details
· the level of information on a display device, such as a monitor
· the statement which is debated in policy debate
· the smallest change a sensor can detect in the quantity that it is measuring
· a written motion adopted by a deliberative body
· a measure of digital audio quality
· in western tonal music theory is the move of a note or chord from dissonance (an unstable sound) to a consonance (a more final or stable sounding one)
· a written motion adopted by a deliberative body (law)
· a commitment that an individual makes at New Year's Day
· a firm decision to do or not to do something
Definition of RESOLUTION
: the act or process of resolving: as
a: the act of analyzing a complex notion into simpler ones
b: the act of answering: solving
c: the act of determining
Isn’t it interesting how the common theme of resolution seems to be about all the things needed to bring about change? It takes thought, measurement, recording details, displaying information, debating, statements, detecting change, deliberating, measuring quality and even tone, and it involves determination and resolve. My favorite is the definition a: the act of analyzing a complex notion into simpler ones. This about sums it up for me. I am out to simplify my life this year. Out to let loose of the extraneous. To shake off the excess. To hold loosely to everything and let the wind take away all the rest from the branches. I am ready for change. Deliberate change. Ready for a resolve. Ready for SOLVING this whole problem of mine forever. And yes, I know it is not going to be by magic. But then again resolution is about measuring, recording, distinguishing, details, motion, debates, moving from an unstable sound to a more final or stable sounding tone. It will take a firm decision to do and not to do things. And here am I. On the brink of 45. I’ve come a long way from just a few years ago when my weight soared out of control as did the rest of my life. I was ready to give up. Ready to quit. Ready to find a way off of this planet not looking back one minute in regret of my leaving. I wanted to die. I felt horrible. I felt like I was a mess. I saw no other way out. Figured I could never change. I just gave up. Until… I went to a concert (newsboys) and watched a man (Peter Furler) just barely older than I am running all over the stage, singing, dancing, JUMPING, playing and singing his heart out for the crowd. And something in my head began to ask…. Why? Why can this man fly all over the stage and around the room as if he’s on strings and I can barely get up out of bed in the morning, crawl to the office, do my work and drag myself home again back into bed? I was YOUNGER than that fellow! What made him different from me? Why was I giving up? Why can he do that and I can’t? And it bugged the bother out of me. I had no answers. Well, ok, the biggest and most obvious answer was, I was FAT and HE was NOT. Ok, and obviously, he’d spent his time up and going and I had given up on things for the last ten years. But something woke up inside me during that concert. Something whispered into my ear, why not try? Why give up? Then and there I began to search for a way to change.
What a long and bumpy road it’s been for the last three years, but I’ve managed to finally lose THIRTY POUNDS this year alone, and I’ve KEPT it off. And it feels great. I feel good. No more feeling terrible all the time. No more crawling into bed when I get home. No more sitting down to watch hour after hour of TV and staring at the computer playing stupid games that only waste my time and keep me coming back for more. I got outside. I saw the green grass and the blue sky and the beautiful mesquite trees with feathery leaves blowing in the breeze. I watched the birds. I laughed at the squirrels. I danced with the dragonflies. I smiled at the roadrunners and ladybugs and bees buzzing around the bright yellow dandelions. I felt the wind on my face softly playing with my hair and I closed my eyes and breathed in LIFE all around me. I started walking. Not fast nor far by any means, but I walked deliberately. I walked for 15 minutes, then another 15. Then I began to walk at my lunchtime too. So much to see. So much to discover. Why had I stayed inside at my wretched desk for so long with all this to go outside and experience? I found life, and it was unfolding in front of me like a new story on the page every time I went outside. So amazing! Every creature became fascinating, from the little ants toiling away foraging for food, to the monarch butterflies migrating south, to the skittish little ground squirrels always playing hide-and-seek in the tall buffalo grass. How could I have stayed inside and missed all of this? I have no idea, but I’m never going back to where I was.
So… with the upcoming new year (the infamous 2012) I am making it my focus, my deliberation, my stable sound, my detailed, measured, finely imaged resolution to get my life back together and lose everything extraneous I don’t need. That means more than just the “body clutter” I’ve accumulated. It also means all the things I’ve held onto a long time, not really needing them, but not able to part with them, like clothes, shoes, books, papers, miscellaneous “stuff” and also habits, self-bashing, attitudes, unbelief, unhealthy thoughts and any other sort of clutter that is keeping me living in a giant dump of unneeded stuff in my life. Enough. Less is more. It’s time to let it all go and sort of declutter my world. I may start with my desk drawers… wow… It looks like I’ve had another person living in my desk. Time to clear it out and start over with a clean slate.
Time to LIVE!