Yes, they do. And I'm not making any this year.
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I'm sorry, guys, but New Year's resolutions are bullshit. We make 'em to break 'em. In the meantime, we feel all virtuous, that we're turning over a new leaf, that hopes springs eternal, that this year, this year!, we can renew ourselves. Again, I call bullshit.
I've made resolutions every goddamned year of my life. Have I managed to do even a quarter of them? Hell, no! So I'm abstaining this year. Why set myself up for grief and guilt and angst right after a perfectly lovely holiday season? This is where I draw a line in the sand against holiday traditions. Bah Humbug.
Don't get me wrong. A plan for life, the universe and everything is a dandy notion. But why on earth would I make a big deal out of updating it at the new year? What I've got going on right now is working for me. For the first time in years, I am actually pretty damned happy. I'm enjoying the sensation. I am not jinxing this by making up a list of must-do's that I will guilt-trip myself over for the next twelve months.
Instead, I'm going to keep on keepin' on.
I've got a snazzy new sewing/embroidery machine.
I just snagged a sweet drum carder for wool at an unbelievably great price.
I've got a bajillion ideas for truly cool stuff to make and sell.
I got the twice-wrecked Prius traded in for a good used dogmobile.
I sweet-talked DH into repainting the bedroom on his vacation week - no more ugly-dark cheap-n-cheesy 70s paneling.
I've lost 30 lbs. this year, and it's still coming off.
I'm finally getting the harp of my dreams.
And I finally am developing a local "tribe of women" to hang out with and do stuff with that DH wouldn't be caught dead doing.
Why the fuck would I want to mess this up by making stupid-ass New Year's resolutions?????
So, now that I've gotten that out of my system, grab your favorite form of bubbly and tell me:
what's your f'n problem this New Year's Eve?