Ah, the new years resolution. That happy moment where we all collectively look at all of our failings and fool ourselves into believing that this year will be the year we get our acts together. THIS year will be different. THIS year I’ll get that fancy job. THIS year I’ll find true love. THIS year I’ll get in shape. THIS year I won’t set fire to any public buildings. You get the idea.
But then the year goes by and we’re right back where we started. A year older, a year fatter, a few public buildings scorched to the ground, and no resolved resolutions. So you know what? This year I’m not making any resolutions. I refuse to subject myself to further failure a year from now. I know what my goals are. I don’t need to make special reference to them simply because we flipped over the calendar. Take THAT New Years, you sorry excuse for a holiday! Ah HA!! I’ll be keeping my self esteem next year thank you very much.