I hate the movie Rudy. Really, I do. Mostly, I hate what the movie purports to teach kids about setting goals and what it takes to succeed.
Disliking a movie like Rudy, where an underdog triumphs against seemingly insurmountable odds, makes me almost un-American, doesn’t it?
I’ve failed at more New Year’s Resolutions than I’ve kept. And I’m not ashamed to say it.
In the past, I’ve resolved to:
- eat less chocolate
- eat less, period
- exercise more
- exercise at all
- eliminate debt
- keep my house cleaner
- lose weight
- spend more time with friends
- spend more time with family
- spend less
- eliminate caffeine
- cut down on caffeine
- research caffeine to see its reported “ill-effects” are real
- work on my marriage
- have more patience with my son
- read the Bible
I failed miserably at most of these resolutions.
It’s Monday morning of a cloudy, drizzly November day, yet I feel the lightness of spring. Yes, it’s early and I’m a bit tired. Yes, I have a full week ahead. And yes, like you, I crave the sun and a cloudless sky–
Yet, I feel great.
As I look around, I see the last yellow and red leaves clinging to branches of trees and bushes. A brilliant final goodbye as fall becomes winter.