Every year “it” seems to happen earlier.
The day when my gym—filled to overflowing the first Monday in January—goes back to its normal busy-ness level.
This year, it wasn’t even two weeks in before the crowd of newbies disappeared.
Which means a giant cohort decided their New Year’s resolutions were a bust. Two weeks in.
Which is just one of many reasons why resolutions are a joke.
Which is why you make plans for the things that really matter. A simple, workable plan that includes actions you can turn into habits (or procedures you can hand over to someone else to complete).
Authorities-in-the-making have plans and habits that produce results.
Amateurs have resolutions.