Sometimes they are formal, list-like affairs. Other times just fleeting inclinations: "Don't worry so much." "Take life as it comes."
Today's is like that. "Be grateful for what you have."
If a "foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds" (Emerson), then what are resolutions? A refuge for the list-maker? A canard for the overly optimistic?
Or a way to stay fluid as the years conspire to harden us?
I'll go with that last one!