Resolved: No Resolutions

This is my annual rejection of mainstream rituals regarding the Western observation of New Years’ Day.
Over the centuries of human awareness, every culture and civilization has had their own reckoning of when the cycle ends and starts over. There is really nothing compelling about the arbitrary date chosen by the West. The whole thing was pretty much an accident.
I don’t make New Years’ resolutions because I am utterly certain the best thoughts don’t come at any single time of the year. And when they do, most of us are hardly equipped to keep with any particular pattern choice for just about anything we do. Why wait until the end of your calendar cycle to implement a good idea? The brightest minds in the world are equally scattered among those who can make up their mind once and forever about any particular thing, and among those who change their mind every few minutes. However, we can find by historical survey those who have the most fun are closer to the latter group.
I’m already working on making a couple of significant changes, but both are defined as investigations of what sorts of changes are effective for various purposes. I’m still tweaking my fitness regimen to match better what I can do versus what I can estimate I should be able to do. I’m still hoping my brother can fix the Latitude so I can have a Linux laptop on the side with this one running Windows 7. Neither of those endeavors will ever reach a steady state, because that’s the nature of how I do things, and it’s the nature of the endeavors themselves.
I tend to dismiss all holidays for that reason. When my fellow Christians debate whether to worship God on Saturday or Sunday, I settle for what Paul said: Won’t make much difference if you are following the Spirit where He leads you, and not trying to ape someone who isn’t you. Instead, I prefer to worship Him every day alike, alternatively whining or screaming or laughing and dancing, because all of them and more are found in the Bible.
I treat Christmas with the same disdain. We all know Jesus wasn’t born in winter, and we can be sure that particular choice of day was pure politics. Constantine was a confirmed Sun worshiper, and wanted the Church to adopt all his favorite Solar festivals. It was easier to tame the Church that way. Indeed, these days most of the modern Western corruptions in Christianity started with his pagan ideas. He funded heretics and made their heresy the established doctrine, engaging in the most egregious influence peddling in the Early Church Councils. I don’t need a winter celebration to decide it’s good to give to others.
Happy New Year.