I did it for years. At some point around this time of year, I’d think back over the past eleven months. Shake my head, ‘tsk tsking’ at all the things I’d wanted to do,
but didn’t. I’d pat myself on the back for whatever I had managed to get done. Being the kind-hearted person I am, I’d forgive myself for my transgressions. Then I’d revel in all my ‘triumphs’.
You know what comes next, don’t ya? I’d start making ‘the list’. The new list. Next year’s.
The list. You know. “This year I’m going to lose twenty pounds. This year I’ll stop smoking. This year I’ll clean out the garage. This year I’ll be a better friend. This year I’ll leave that lying, cheating s.o.b. This year I’ll finally learn to speak Italian. This year I’ll get a better job. This year we’ll finish the basement. This year I’ll save some money. This year I’ll finally take that vacation.”
We’ve all done it. We’ve all made those lists.
But. How many of us can honestly cross each ‘promise’ off our lists? Done. Tick. Done. Tick. Done. Tick. Done. Tick.
Not me. You? You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. Hell, you don’t even have to admit it to yourself. All Continue reading