Resolutions

I spent some time at work today thinking about resolutions. Not that I've made one. Just about the fact that somehow our society decided that a good way to start each and every year, without fail, is to pick on ourselves.

Find (at least) one thing about ourselves that we do not like and obsess over fixing it. It's like January first rolls around and instead of congratulating ourselves on any of the past year's accomplishments, all we can think to say to ourselves is damn, you really sucked at this one thing and now, as punishment, you must dwell on this thing until at least February when you will give up and have your first real failure of the year.

Way to fucking go.

Whose stupid idea was this, anyway?

I have decided that January is not the only time of year that I can have goals and be resolute about keeping them. So I am devoting myself to trying new things and going new places. I will seize the day. Or the night. Or whatever strikes me as worth seizing.

And I will NOT start each new year berating myself over how I managed to screw up the last one.