I’ve been considering New Year’s resolutions.
I’ve resolved not to make any resolutions, because I
am utterly shit at not only sticking to them, but even remembering what they
were.
In the past I’ve resolved to do the usual –
- Be healthy, positive, happy
- Spend less, eat less crap, drink less
- Take more time away from the various screens – computer, mobile, TV
One time I lasted until January 20th.
Admittedly, it was a slow year. I hadn’t spent much
time reflecting, and so I’d made just one single resolution – stop swearing.
Anyone who knows me will be amazed that I lasted 20 days.
It was the year the Twin Tornado were born, and so I had
that whole honeymoon phase of being loved up with my new babies around, and
conscious of my oldest baby (who had recently turned 3) not feeling left out.
Stellar effort on my part to get through 20 days before
dropping an “oh for fuck’s sake, Chris!” at #1Hubby for
something totally random but nonetheless irritating.
My big girl promptly repeated me.
An impressive sentence for a 40 month old.
I was filled with mixed emotions – horror, regret,
pride, recognition.
Regardless, the shine had been removed from my 20 day stint
at maintaining a New Year’s resolution.
So anyway no good has ever come out of me attempting to make
resolutions.
This year I resolve not to make resolutions.
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Happy New Year everyone, may your resolutions be slightly
deeper than mine, but just as attainable.
I too have attempted and failed at the no swearing resolution. Swearing seems to always happen in the car with the princesses echoing me from the back seat. "Why you say f*#king people Mum?".
ReplyDeleteI've never wanted to try to stop swearing. I've always figured that it was fun, free, and incredibly expressive ... and everyone's got to have a hobby.
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