Resolution Time

It may be a little early, but I’m starting on my New Year’s Resolution list now. Normally, I don’t really make New Year’s resolutions because I think they’re a waste of time. No one actually does anything on the list, right?

So I probably won’t either. But I’m making one anyway. And it starts with this:

I’m tired of getting hurt. In the coming year, it is my resolution to become less emotionally available.

I’m tired of backing down. In the coming year, I will be more aggressive.

I’m tired of being a doormat. In the coming year, I will be more of a bitch.

I’m tired of hearing “I dunno.” In the coming year, I will ask fewer questions.

I’m tired of living in fear of stupid shit. In the coming year, I will be brave.

That’s all I can come up with so far*. I encourage everyone to start their resolution list today! Hey, maybe I’ll even start living up to mine early.

*Of course, I also want to lose 100 pounds, write a book, travel, go running five days a week, join a gym, actually go to the gym I join, pay off any debts I may have, get a better job, go back to school, never ever eat chocolate or drink soda again, make more friends, try new things, volunteer at least once a month, be a better person, and have a spiritual epiphany**.

**I don’t really want to have a spiritual epiphany. I was having a Bridget Jones moment. Now my wobbly bits are revolting. If only could choose the way fat was arranged under skin. Quite nice. Byeeee!