Tis' the season to be jolly, and also to make promises to yourself with all the best intentions in the coming year. You know what they say about good intentions. We all say we'll exercise more, or eat healthier, or quit smoking, or quit biting our nails, or stop keeping so much useless junk that our houses and backyard sheds are full of things like licence plates from 1986 or keys that belong to nothing. It starts out great but by mid March that leftover chocolate cake looks really good, the treadmill is covered in cobwebs and we have enough keys to make a christmas tree garland.
What's the point? I guess some little part of us knows that we need improving, much as we all hate to admit it. It's hard to let go of bad habits. Maybe it's because it's like losing a little part of our identity. That and the fact that it's much easier to sit on your warm comfortable couch on a cold winter evening that drag yourself out to the gym.
For my part, I have resolved to do many things to improve my life and the lives of those around me. I will be more patient, and curse less. There was a time when my eighth grade class all snickered because I, Laurita the goody goody, had to read the word "damn" in literature class. If only they could see me now. There are days I could put a sailor to shame. That will end, I promise.
I resolve to do more writing. I will finish my novel this year and I will make more entries on this blog. Cross my heart.
I will get organized, finally. I swear. No, no I don't!
These are my resoloutions. I will do my best to keep them and mid March will see me more efficient and less frustrated than I have been for years. This year I really will keep my resolutions. All will benefit from my choices and my shining example!
They say old habits die hard. I say, to paraphrase the immortal Bruce Willis, Yippie-ki-ay, mother fudger.