First post of 2009. How exciting. I will not buy into the age old con of resolutions. I will achieve things this year, I will fail, I will transition. That is all. Low expectations, low goals, or realism? Every year I hope for money, weight loss, and legs like Tina. But there is no foundation for these hopes. I must remind myself that a "wish" is not a "resolution." The former requires work (and is largely why I never see them through).
In the spirit of the time, I will involve myself and claim:
To work towards a point in which my words will be printed. Oh, and if room for a few more resolves, I will also strive to pack luggage at some point in time to get fresh stamps on my passport and dash tendencies to brood.
There. I took part. I only half-brooded above. Already I'm at work.
