I don’t do New Year’s resolutions.
For January 1st, I’ve never quit smoking, gone on a diet, bought a gym membership, or sworn to save money.
I live in my head; I think about stuff all the time. Why do I need a day to tell me to think about more stuff? And all at once?
I try to learn new things, better myself, and change what’s not working. When this holiday rolls around, I don’t sit and reflect—I barely give a thought to the past year except to say, “Huh. That sucked. Hope next year is better.”
And it isn’t.
It delivers a whole host of new and different problems. So that’s exciting.
But that’s life, isn’t it?
The thing is, like I said last year, I feel pressured to look back over my year and write something meaningful but I simply don’t want to.
What I’d like to do is drink some wine (or Baileys or beer—I’m not picky), watch It’s a Wonderful Life (I know, the irony is delicious), and eat sushi.
So here’s to sitting in front of a movie, drinking, eating, and writing ‘2015’ on all my documents for a few months.
Happy New Year, gentle readers. 🎉
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Do you make New Year’s resolutions? Do you stick to them? (Let’s be honest…are they even realistic?)