I don't do resolutions any more. Instead, I pick one word (or as it seems lately, one word "picks" me), and try to reflect upon, focus on, or live out that word for the entire year. It isn't a to do list or something to have an all-or-nothing approach about for twelve months. Instead, it ends up being an encouragement rather than a burden.
I had two words I thought I was choosing between for this year. A more general word - "focus" - and a more specific word - "health" (which would probably encompass all aspects of health, not just diet and exercise). But as I was sitting in church last week, right before the service started, my new word for the year seemed to settle into my heart.
I didn't wrestle with this word like I did "quiet," before the start of last year.
I don't know what 2015 will look like with "hope" as my word, but I know I need it. I know without a doubt I need to dwell in hope for the next 365 days, and I'm looking forward to doing so.
Happy New Year!