I have a theory about New Year’s Resolutions: Don’t make ones that you can fail at by, say, January 10th. Normally, I come up with things like: Tolerate Complexity or Tolerate Uncertainty or Tolerate the Fact That We Are All Going To Die.
This year, I was surprised to find that nothing had come to mind before the big day. Nada. Zip. I was a little disappointed, but one of my past New Year’s resolutions was to work less and allow more, so I let it be.
New Year’s Eve came and went.
New Year’s Day came and went.
And then last night I had a dream. I don’t even remember, now, what the dream was, but I woke up and knew my New Year’s Resolution…
Connect to something bigger than yourself.
So, in the interests of not failing on January 2, I invite you to check out if child slavery is likely to be used in the production of the chocolate you buy.