New year, new me, same old habits! If our journal could speak, it would likely groan at yet another set of New Year’s resolutions that barely survive past the first week of January. Don’t worry, I’m not here to judge—I’m as guilty as anyone. On January 2nd, I hit the gym only to find it packed to the brim, not a single dumbbell in sight. By January 30th, though, I predict the numbers will dwindle, and we’ll all blame one reason or another for the fall-off.
Take me, for instance. I have this nighttime ritual—wandering to the fridge after 10 p.m., not because I’m hungry but because I’m “peckish.” This year, my resolution was to put an end to it. I did well—until the 4th. But last night, January 5th, I found myself with a bowl of garri and fried turkey at 10:19 p.m. It reminded me of Jesus’ words: The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
So, whose fault is it, really? Maybe not entirely ours. The solution lies in reengineering the inner self. Monitor your thoughts. Stay relentless. Turn that change into an obsession. Keep reminding yourself until it sticks. The inner man drives the external reality. But here’s the catch: knowledge alone isn’t wisdom. If we know all this already, maybe it’s time to act. I hope I can take my own advice—and perhaps this year, we’ll all make it beyond January.
By the way,
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style 