We live in revolutionary times. Our government is about to undergo a monumental shift in perspective and leadership. Digital media has transformed the way we communicate with the world, within our homes and our businesses. America is in the center of an financial and cultural upheaval that has threatened the very foundation of our economy.

In this context, I face a new year and imagine a new life. In this context, my new year’s resolutions no longer serve me well, with their expectation of failure and their limited vision of a future that lasts only one year. In fact, I wonder why I have ever believed that a promise with a 365-day shelf life would serve me well.

This year, I am making New Year’s reVolutions. The difference, it seems to me, is the distance between a promise and its fulfillment, between conception and birth. A resolution expresses the hope that somehow, some way, I will become less enamoured with chocolate or more passionate about exercise. A reVolution creates the habit of good health. A reVolution claims the new identity, the life I have resolved to live.

New Year’s reVolution 1

I am an early riser.

My alarm is set a few minutes earlier each evening, seven days a week.

My mind has plenty of time to awaken. My body always receives good nourishment to start the day. My soul calmly returns to the conscious world.

I am an early riser.