The last few years I've come to appreciate that my New Year resolutions fail because they are proclamations of what I am going to attempt to do all by myself, in my own strength. They last about a flat minute.
This year, I've asked God to show me where He desires me to go with Him. The answer appears to be this: Do the work. No matter my mood or my feelings or circumstances, show up and do the work: the work of prayer, of care for my family and friends, of doing what has to be done to manage my health and my home and my gifts.
In the place of my usual overzealous pounce on a list of resolutions that I quickly lose steam over, I feel a budding of inner strength and peace. We will make progress this year, God and I together.