Last year instead of posting New Year’s Resolutions I posted a few things that I learned over the year; a When I Knew Better, I Did Better retrospective. I started writing that, but it turned into a bitch and moan about being scattered, directionless, menopausal, and struggling with the whole empty nest thing. I have made the decision not to do either. Well actually, I’ll bitch and moan later, I didn’t want that to be my first blog post of the year.
Instead, I am going to post a picture of my dog eating a piece of celery.
It’s my opinion that this pretty much sums up my attitude right now. Resolute, to do better this year, and not be so hard on myself.
resolute | ˈrɛzəluːt | adjective admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering: he was resolute in his fight to uphold liberal values.
New Years is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.
I think Mark Twain and I could have been friends.