I’m patently against making resolutions. I stopped making them in 1997. Resolutions are promises you can’t keep. Resolutions are looking at yourself on January 5, 17, or 29 and being utterly disgusted. That’s me in the red flannel nightgown with 19 unfinished books next to my bed, with Mt. Etna on my chin, with a half-written screenplay and more love around my mid-section. Resolutions are for people who believe in fairies and happy endings.
Oh, I thought about restricting Blackberry use. For the new year I won’t use my Blackberry on the train, on the weekend, on the toilet. How’s that for positive change. I thought about cutting out sugar and white flour. HA HA HA. I thought about self love. HA HA HA. I thought about making my bed, remembering my dry cleaning ticket, moisturizing. Yes, folks, there’s a lot of positive change out there; it’s there for the taking. But here, at Betsylerner.com, it’s all about being stubbornly determined to stay the same or get worse.
So, please, without further adieu (resolve to stop using words like adieu), tell me what you’re not going to change or accomplish this year.
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