New Year’s Revolutions

Counsellingnew-years-eve-resolutions-kaleidoscope-mental-health-services-melbournegeelong-werribee-motivation-anxietyWhen I was a young girl, knee socks and Easter dress young, confessing my grade school sins to Father Gilmartin was a regular part of my religious education. As an eight-year-old, my sins were pretty tame–more lying to my mother than coveting my neighbor’s cattle. Later I would wonder if worshiping at the false altar of Duran Duran qualified as breaking a commandment, but nevertheless, I always left the church with a helium kind of lightness. Spending five minutes in the quiet darkness of the confessional left me feeling clean, fresh; like a blank slate.

New Year’s has always held the same element of pine-fresh cleanliness for me. As a writer, there’s nothing more exciting to me than a blank page and New Year’s is nothing if not a whole book worth of clean, white pages. An unblemished chalkboard, a fresh start.

Tried last year and failed? No worries! Fallen off the wagon and under the wheels again? Here’s a hand, come on up and give it another try! It’s a New Year! Second, third and fourth chances welcome here!

I love New Year resolutions, all the pretty, little promises we make to ourselves. Bad habits we’ve been trying unsuccessfully to break, unwanted pounds to be shed, treadmills thick with cobwebs to be dusted off and used. We promise to quit this and start that. Change this and revamp that. Some people stick with them. Most don’t. I never fault anyone for trying. I get it. I do the same.

Back in November I took part in the NaNoWriMo challenge: 50,000 words in a month. I finished three days ahead of schedule: 50,206 words. I sat my ass on the chair, the couch, the floor, in bed and I wrote. And wrote and wrote and wrote. Four hours a day. The only reason I was able to do that all that writing was because I shut down every other program on my computer except the word processing one. No checking FB, no reading blogs, no reading about the latest Kardashian escapade on No Windows shopping, no Dlisted, no searching for Jaime Oliver recipes. It was amazing how much I got done without the distraction of the internet.


It’s been a long time since I prayed on a velveteen kneeler and confessed my sins to a priest. But between us, I have a parenting confession to make: our collective screen time as a family has gotten out of control.

The time we spend in front of our respective screens individually and as a family has gone from highly regulated to whenever, wherever. There are cables and chargers and adapters trailing like spaghetti from every outlet in my house. Screen time has gone from something to do occasionally to the go-to form of entertainment. Left to their own devices, they probably would…. and do…choose the iPad over a board game with me, choose the Wii over a trip to the park with Dad, choose a TV show over a museum outing. And we let them. Because they’re not fighting or moping or asking or demanding or fidgeting. And it gives us time to lounge and do the same.

I am not apportioning blame. I accept full responsibility. I’m smart enough to know that the buck stops with me and that I am just as guilty as the next son; checking Facebook, checking blog stats, cringing at Kardashians.

New Year’s is the perfect time to make some wholesale changes. To rock the boat. To regain control.

Sometimes though, a mere resolution isn’t enough. Sometimes you need revolution instead.

So my New Year’s revolution is this: more seen time, less screen time. That is, more time spent in the present and less in front of the computer. For me as well as the kids.

No more sleeping with the phone by the bed and checking blog stats if I happen to wake up in the middle of the night. No more leaving the laptop open and just checking FB as I’m walking by my desk and then getting sucked in for thirty minutes. Those are thirty minutes I’m never going to get back. Ever. And at my age, those thirty minute chunks of time start to add up. They start to count.

It’s going to suck. There will be ranting from the kids. There will be raving from me. We’ll be bored. We won’t know what to do with ourselves. Until we do. Because that’s what a revolution is. Upending the current status quo and turning it on its head, figuring out what to do while the smoke clears, and then rebuilding.

Maybe you have your own set of resolutions. Take a look at your list. Pick one. And then turn it into a revolution. A complete and utter upheaval of some system in your life that’s not working. You know what I’m talking about. That thing which deep down in your heart you know is broken, that makes your gut feel wrong. The thing you kid yourself about or make excuses for or the thing that has run so far away from you that the very idea of chasing down after it makes you tired.

Those things.

new-year-chapter-oneRevolutions aren’t pretty, velvet or not. But sometimes it’s the only way to change. It doesn’t have to be violent or bloody, but on some level, it’s going to hurt.

I haven’t spent five minutes in a dark, quiet confessional in years, but I’ve spent a lot of hours contemplating. I stopped making a laundry list of transgressions but I can still relish that feeling of possibility that comes from starting afresh.

And I can tell you this: in my house, the revolution won’t be televised.

What will your New Year’s revolution be?


8 Comments Add yours

  1. Elyse says:

    Great idea. I wish you’d include me in your revolution and in your family. Cause I just probably won’t stop by myself.

    BTW, we did not raise Jacob religiously at all. But when we went to Notre Dame in Paris, he asked about the confessionals. I explained how you tell your sins and are given penance and forgiveness. “Mom,” he said, and he started confessing to right there. I had to give him penance and forgive. It was so very hard not to giggle. He was 7.

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    1. Dina Honour says:

      Jacob is a smart kid. I think at seven you need your Mom’s forgiveness more than anything else’s ;-). It’s hard. I went to a kids and technology round table recently and they were talking about the dopamine spurt you get when you hear the little pinger on your phone….so I’ve stopped brining my phone out with me as much. If for no other reason than I felt like Pavlov’s dog when they said that!


  2. Stephanie G. says:

    Wait, did I just guest post on your blog? Right down to the websites you kill time on! I am right with you on your resolution. Need to put down the iPhone. It’s just so, so hard. We perhaps need a support group…


    1. Dina Honour says:

      Stephanie, see my comment above about the Pavlovian response we have with our phones. There is something wrong with that on some level to me. I don’t want to be that connected. I really don’t.

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  3. hoosierabroad says:

    I’m really interested in how this goes. Our collective screen time has ballooned out of control (and I’m only kidding myself when I say it will get better now that the kids are back in school!).


    1. Dina Honour says:

      I will let you know. So far the kids haven’t been allowed computer time this school week, but I have let them watch television for a bit after dinner. They need to relax and unwind too. I don’t want to be cruel and unusual about it. They seem fine. I’ve been trying to bring my phone out less and close my computer when I’m not working. It’s going to take some time and some fine tuning for sure….

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  4. My tech use fluctuates with my free time. I am not disciplined enough to be bored any longer, which is not good. I did the Nov Novel thing this year also and found it wonderfully freeing.
    Another well written and thoughtful post.


    1. Dina Honour says:

      As exhausted as I was by the November novel challenge (I still am not sure why I felt so invested in it!), it was exhilarating…mostly to find out of what I was capable of. None of us are capable of being bored any more. That’s the whole problem. I keep trying to explain to my kids that I used to get bored too, only I didn’t have a iPad to fall back on for entertainment. But they’re never going to get it, not completely. Thank you for the compliments as well!


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