I'm not very good at keeping New Year's resolutions.
Last year I resolved to wear mascara to work every day, lose 10 pounds, conquer my sweet tooth and to be more patient, less moody, and be more of an optimist.
I failed at every one.
Though I did lose a bit of weight, I doubt it was 10 pounds. My sweet tooth continues unabated. I am not patient. I am very moody. I am not an optimist. And every morning, when I had to choose between an extra minute of sleep or mascara? Sleep won. Every time. Wearing mascara is the easiest resolution. It takes 20 seconds to apply. I have mascara. I know how to use mascara. I just don't.
2009 will be different. 2009 is my year. 2009 is the year when I start wearing makeup to work, every day (uh, starting tomorrow.) 2009 is the year when I will become less "I don't care if the glass is half-empty, it's a stupid glass anyway and I never wanted it" and more glass half-full of wonderfulness. I will become toned; 2009 will be the year of visible abs. I will get insurance so that I can't use the expense as an excuse to avoid the dentist. I will be rid of my pityriasis rosea (soon! I would like to be rid of it soon!) I will continue to use "Let. Go." as my mantra in the hopes that it will make me more patient and less crazy (hey, you've got to dream big, right?) I will train Wolfgang to not pee in the house. I will train Stella to stop jumping up on people. I will save more money. I will buy less clothes, cds, books, alcohol, and brand-name ice cream. I will eat more vegetables. I will attempt to like beets. I will try to stop taking Shawn for granted. I will try to be more supportive of his stupid hobbies (which include washing his car, talking about his car, reading about cars on the internet, watching car videos on the internet and ordering random (expensive!) parts for his car.)
These are not resolutions; they are inevitable events.
Or maybe they're just blog fodder for next year's New Year's post.