New Year’s goals are familiar to most. We vow to exercise
more and eat better, travel more, and read more books. Yes to all of those
things. But there’s an important resolution that is more important and helps
spur others. Let this year also be the year we embrace being bold adults and
demand those around us be the same.
Being a bold adult means being willing to face hard truths
and decipher realistic perceptions into coherent action, in repeated
situations.
We see the division between these true adults and the rest
of society when a violent incident occurs in public. Invariably, there are
several videos of the incident made by bystander who could have made a
difference but chose not to instead. If only half of the mobile phone zombies
we see on our sidewalks and subways actually took some meaningful action when
these incidents occur, we’d be in a much better position. The true, bold adults
are the ones who step in to stop the fight, or help the injured person or even
call the police. Sure, having a dozen cell phone videos of a subway stabbing
will help police solve the crime, but my gut tells me most of these on-the-spot
auteurs are not planning to aid law enforcement but instead contribute to a
viral spectator culture that is hollow and shameless.
There are too few people willing to be the adults in the
room. This lack of maturity even spawned the term “adulting,” which is used by
grown people amazed that they are behaving appropriately for their age groups.
I can’t hate on these people too much though. I was still living in my family’s
basement at the age my parents had two kids. I like to think I have made up for
lost time.
Earlier in the evening on New Year’s Eve, my wife and I took
our children to a small party thrown by people in our neighborhood. My wife
noted that even though many of the people at the party lived within a few short
blocks of each other, few of us had ever met. And here was a hopeful sign.
People breaking out of the rote functions of surface celebration to have a
meaningful interaction with neighbors. It’s a much-needed reaction to a culture
that increasingly exacerbates the superficial and exploits the chasms between
identity groups: new tribes form communities that work for them.
The parents gathered their children in a circle to help
count down and ring in the New Year a few hours early so we could get our kids to
bed at a decent hour. Then the adults cleaned up and went home, to welcome 2019
after the children were asleep.
I rang in the New Year while lifting weights, not because
I’m a roid-raging meathead determined to inflate myself to grotesque
proportions, but because I’m planning to make this year one of continued
self-improvement. I have been a mobile phone zombie myself at times, and the
staid and stressful routines of a middle-aged office worker have taken their
toll. I have no one to blame but myself for being generally out-of-shape, but I
wanted to set the tone right for the New Year in that this has to change.
Being the bold adult in the room can be a scary prospect. No
one wants to be the one to put their head out, to risk ostracization or attack.
But you will be glad you went forward and did what needs doing, turned away
from what the herd is doing and tackled the business of life head-on.
2019 is going to be a great year. Make it so.
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