res·o·lu·tion  n.

1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.
2. A resolving to do something.
3. A course of action determined or decided on.
Happy New Year!
In Hawaii, we grew up celebrating the New Year by setting off massive strings of firecrackers at midnight.  Every household in every neighborhood tied these long strings of firecrackers on poles, ladders, trees, anything up high, and then waited for that magical time to light the wicks.   Imagine the entire state of Hawaii, every island, exploding at exactly 12:00am on January 1st.  We loved and hated the noise, the smoke, the rubbish (!) afterwards, because it signaled the turning of the clock, never to go back, with the promise of the new year at hand.  It’s one of the reasons why my husband and I decided to get married on New Year’s Eve.  Every anniversary was a very real celebration of an even better year to come.
I used to make New Year resolutions like everyone else:  lose weight (the same 5 pounds every year), get more sleep, be neater, read more books, blah, blah, blah.  But by January 5, I would totally forget about them and fall back into my same M.O.  Why?  Because I never took the time to ingrain it into my subconscious and really, really take the time to have a plan of action to make the changes in behavior that I needed to do to reach my goals.  So no more New Year’s resolutions.  Instead, I am hanging onto my life’s resolutions to 1.  Seek God first, 2.  create a business that will provide my family with a comfortable life that allows me to give time, money, and love to others, 3.  Be a good steward of all things including my health, my finances, and my giftings.  I may have mini-goals so that I can measure my progress, but they all tie into my life goals.  
I watched a movie yesterday called October Sky.  In it, a young high schooler named Homer Hickam saw the Sputnik satellite float through the sky and resolved to build rockets that everyone around the world would see at the same time.  He lived in a little coal mining town in West Virginia, the kind of town where generations of men were coal miners because that’s all there was, unless you were a football star.  But Homer Hickam was no football star.  So he had to dream another dream.  His dream was to go to college and build rockets that would change the world.    His plan of action?  To mastermind with the geekiest kid in the school and teach himself to learn advanced math so that he could build a rocket that would go straight up into the sky.  He was ridiculed by his friends and family, because he had no money and no means to get the supplies he needed.  But by putting their heads together, and keeping a positive mental attitude, they scraped up enough money to build several test rockets.  With the support of just two adults who believed in them, Miss Riley and Mr. Bowlin, and with a persistance that just wouldn’t quit, the 4 high schoolers made their way to the National Science Fair and won their place in history.  Because of Homer Hickam, America has seen space.
When asked why he wouldn’t just quit under all of his failures, Homer said, “I can’t.”  And he didn’t.
So, back to resolutions.  New Year’s Resolutions are doomed to failure.  But life resolutions, now that’s worth living for.