For the past few years I’ve made a point of NOT making any New Year’s resolutions. It’s worked pretty well for me; no pressure no guilt, shame, no self-reproach. If I manage to discontinue some stupid habit, at least for a little while, or accomplish something out of the ordinary I pat myself on the back and go on about my routine.
Then I happened to be in a place to hear a good friend lecture on goals and self improvement and how a plan not written down is just a wish and blah, blah, blah….
So in a moment of weakness I wrote down five things I think I can accomplish in the near future. I even made a little chart in pencil on graph paper. NO computer file to come to light at some embarrassing moment, NO indelible ink so I can’t change my mind (I’ve already got out the eraser twice).
It is the afternoon of January second and I’ve kept three promises to myself, slacked on one and have another to go. I’ve also realized this is a leap year. That means there are 366 days in 2012. It’s going to be a LONG year.
January second ’12. One two. One two.
(thanks to Bill Watterson's Calvin and Hobbes for the cartoon)