Resolution Season Is Over. Good.

The other day I saw something pop up called National Quitters Day — supposedly the second

Friday in January, when most people give up on their New Year’s resolutions. I had never heard of it. And honestly, the last few years, I’ve pretty much forgotten about resolutions altogether. Not because I made a decision to reject them. More because they just stopped feeling relevant.

I’ve never been a resolutions guy. Part of it is that there doesn’t really seem to be a good time to make them. January 1 feels forced and arbitrary. Summer is distracted. Fall is chaotic. Spring is already full of plans. Any moment you pick, life is already in motion. Declaring something permanent in the middle of all that has always felt unrealistic to me — like you’re trying to freeze-frame a moving target.

By mid-January, things do quiet down. The holidays are over. The expectations soften. What’s left is real life — routines, responsibilities, and the people you keep coming back to. That’s the part I trust more. Not the big declaration, but the steady return.

A couple Fridays ago, the Greenland Sharks showed up for breakfast (Come on out!) in minus twenty-degree weather. No drama. No group text hyping it up. We just showed up. Halfway through breakfast, we realized there was no heat in the place. Jackets stayed on. Coffee got refilled. No one left.

That’s not a resolution. That’s just who we are.

When I get home from breakfast sometinmes my wife asks, “What did you guys talk about?” I often can’t give a very good answer. Not because the conversation wasn’t important — it was. (Not solving the world's issues. However, we did discuss if Kelvin Walls were real.) I just don’t always remember the specifics. What I remember is that we were there. Same table. Same faces. Same nods. The conversation matters, even if I can’t quote it back later.

Things don’t change all that much — and that’s not a failure. That’s the foundation.

So when I hear about something like National Quitters Day, it doesn’t sound like quitting to me. It sounds like people realizing that big promises are hard to sustain without grace, routine, and community. Motivation burns hot and fast. Consistency is quieter. It lasts longer.

If you’ve already let go of a resolution this year, you’re not behind. You’re just done pretending that change needs a ceremonial start date. The long swim doesn’t begin on January 1. It begins the next time you show up — cold, uncomfortable, imperfect — and stay.

Resolution season is over.

Good.