Festive excess traditionally induces post hangover guilt and
thoughts of new beginnings.
The guilt creeps up slowly. Anticipation of party time
frolicking with the requisite alcoholic gay abandon of youth abounds…. alas the
capacity of youth to recover over a grease laden fry up of black pudding and
anything else in the vicinity within 3 months of the used by date, diminish
alarmingly post 30’s!
Hope kicks in first. Hope that the hangover will be gentle.
Hope that the scales will somehow deny the visual evidence around the gut. Hope
that this year things will be better.
Hope however rarely provides the appetite to actually take
action, beyond perhaps the purchase of a Lotto ticket!
Aspiration has a little more depth. It suggests a vague
sense of commitment to a cause if perhaps lacking in a plan.
Occasionally the post hangover conviction produces a tsunami
of emotional triggers, ranging from disgust at what the mirror reveals, self
loathing as the memories of dubious behaviour return or perhaps fear that this
is as good as it gets.
Intention is like aspiration on steroids. Remember those
handful of times when you reached that tipping point and made decisions that in
retrospect were fateful. The get in shape decision that resulted in the
completion of a Marathon, Triathlon, or trek through Nepal
That day you internalised the intention to quit smoking
without moping around feeling sorry for yourself and acting like a whipped puppy!
Perhaps it was the time you quit your job to follow your
passion, or emigrate, propose to your soul mate or perhaps terminate a
relationship (presumably NOT the one with the soul mate!)
Intentions are relatively rare but profound in their impact.
Of course the default for most of us is that comfort zone
labelled mass delusion! Hope is an innocuous low stress state to inhabit.
Hopefully it won’t rain, the trains will be on time, the cute secretary notices me, petrol prices drop, and my shares in that obscure technology company jump.
Hopefully it won’t rain, the trains will be on time, the cute secretary notices me, petrol prices drop, and my shares in that obscure technology company jump.
Mass delusion makes the world go around. Without hope depression rears its
hideous head.
So my hopes for you all this year is that your hopes and
dreams germinate into real aspirations and intentions, ultimately manifesting
into your most outrageously successful year ever!
Comments
I've used the term "outrageous" as one of my must do's to make 2012 a hit.....we are on a similar wavelength. Enjoyed the post.
be good to yourself
David