We make New Year’s Resolutions every year. What happens to these promises made by the best of our intentions in the openness of the holiday season’s hope and heart? These promises made by our better selves to our lesser selves and loved ones. Should not these promises all be kept? Why do we see promises as such fragile things? Setting aside the definition of a promise of course, if we break a promise in January, by eating too much on a single occasion, does this make the promise worthless for the rest of the year?

I say we take these promises, whatever they might be, and we patch them together, dragging them with us through the entire year, so that when we make it to December 31st these promise are in tow and are held together by as much tape and glue and stitching and “I’m sorrys” as necessary for them to make their journey complete.

This is what our promises and those we make these promises for deserve.

It’s not too late. We have the full year to live up to them.