I really don’t make New Year’s resolutions anymore. I figure you should resolve to do something good and positive all year. It’s like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Why wait until then to hope for ‘peach on Earth,’ when you should expect it every day? Of course, that’s a lost cause, especially in the Middle East and parts of South Dallas, but it’s always the thought that counts. Regardless of the time of year, I always resolve to do such things as exercise and write more, eat better, consume less alcohol and masturbate no more than once a week. (I really need to stop molesting myself so much. At my age, the hand cramps are starting to get to me.) But, I always try to make each day better.
My biggest regret for last year is that I didn’t get my novel published. I’m too much of a perfectionist – and, to some extent, a procrastinator. Just like I should have started my freelance writing career instead of spending so much time looking for a standard job, I should have devoted more time to my book and gotten the damn thing into print by now. I’m almost embarrassed to say I’ve worked on it for the better part of a decade; although, in my defense, I made three concerted efforts to get it published prior to 2012.
Whatever your particular resolutions are for this year – even if you have some held over from last year, like I do – let’s live each day and each year as best as we can!
Image courtesy “Calvin and Hobbes.”
Chief Writing Wolf 