Let go of the shards of a broken past that you’re still holding onto. I made a decision that night, one that I’ll be reaffirming again tonight, and one that I hope you’ll consider making with me as well. And that’s to make peace with your broken pieces. What’s sadder is that the other ninety-two are still holding onto the very things that are holding them back. The sad part about New Year’s resolutions is that only eight percent of us will keep them. Some of us just hold the pieces together better.īut a funny thing happens when you let go: you find yourself with a set of hands free from the past and able to reach for and hold onto something new, something completely different and exciting. I felt broken.Īnd that’s when I realized that there was a resolution I could make, one within my control. So I sat down, turned the TV off, and listened to the beeps and whirs of hospital equipment while fireworks popped in the distance behind me. I knew I’d eventually fail at all three, probably before the weekend was even over. But I wasn’t sure what that would even look like. Still, I wanted to be a better husband, father, and son. Eventually, most of us fall back into our old habits and ways of doing things and living life. I’ve never really been a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. After a while, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was fifteen minutes until midnight. I spent it in a hospital, sitting next to my dad, watching the Alabama game and giving him the play-by-play as his favorite team beat Michigan State and headed to the national championship.Īfter the game, I stood at the window and watched the fireworks from the eighth floor of Florida Hospital. But I didn’t spend last New Year’s Eve celebrating with her or with family or with friends. New Year’s Eve is my wife’s birthday, which always makes the day extra special around the Fite house.

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