It’s that time of year again. And I don’t mean Christmas. While I’m trying to unglue the end of the roll of Christmas wrapping (Why do they do that? By the time I’ve unglued it I’ve torn half the roll), spraying the cat with Santa snow or up to my armpits in alcohol-drenched dried fruit, a quiet angst is simmering away inside me.
I haven’t carried out half the New Year resolutions I made this time last year. I use the words resolution and goal interchangeably, as most of them refer to my writing in its various forms and stages of evolution. As usual I’ve wildly overestimated my capacity to complete projects within a certain time frame. And even the few lifestyle resolutions I made all fell by the wayside :
All in all, my list of New Year Resolutions is a recipe for feeling a complete failure. No, please don’t try to console me and tell me to take a positive outlook, focus on what I have achieved etc etc.
I have a much better idea. I’ve seen the light. I have become a counter resolutionary. Down With Resolutions! Up With Aimlessness! These are my counter resolutions for next year.
Anyone want to join me in the new Counter Resolutionary movement? We won’t plan anything because that’s counter to the counter resolutionary movement, but if you see me marching down the main street waving my placard please feel free to join me.
Down With Resolutions!
What do you think of New Year Resolutions? Have you ever kept any?
Robin Storey is an Australian author from the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia. She is a certified book nerd and has no weird hobbies or unusual pets.