I’m making a few resolutions this year. Some are no brainers. Others, not so much. I wasn’t going to make any resolutions this year, but then I was reading a column by a writer from Vermont, Jessie Raymond, and she made the point that declining to make resolutions implies that you are perfect. I’m hardly perfect. No one is. So, I’ve made a few resolutions that I feel are reasonable, and that I have a possible chance of keeping.
First, I resolve not to kill anyone. I know you’re thinking that shouldn’t be so hard. I’ve never even shoplifted, and I have trouble being mean to pit bulls. You’d be wrong. I’m a victim of poor career choices and biological imperatives. (I’m in IT and a mother of a teenager – and others.) Refraining from doing someone physical harm is a daily struggle. I ameliorate these urges by biting wit and snappy comebacks (mostly sarcasm). And by using big words like "ameliorate."
I resolve to refrain from smoking. "What??" you say? "But you don’t smoke!" Exactly. I needed one I could definitely ace.
I resolve to plant my garden in a timely fashion this year. That means I’ll put it in before June. It was a tad late last year. Oh, and I don’t plant broccoli and cabbage next to the tomatos. That didn’t work well. It turns out that they don’t like each other. I had no idea that they were so exclusive!
I resolve to stop putting my dishes in the sink. While I may feel that’s the appropriate place for dirty dishes, it drives Jeff nuts. Since he does the dishes most of the time, and I don’t want to, I think it’s only right that I should consider his feelings on this matter.
Happy New Year (A little late…)
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