I don't do New Year's resolutions.
I can make a list better than anyone else I know - in fact, creating a to-do list is one of my daily highlights. I appreciate the satisfaction of "checking" off what I've completed and starring the items of most importance. But lists and resolutions are two very different beasts.
For one thing, lists tend to be manageable. And because I love ticking off my accomplishments in red pen (okay, who am I kidding? I love stickers. And stars. In fact, sticky stars are best.), I'll add just about anything to the list. Like eating. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Or checking e-mail. If I check off everything on the list, I reward myself with Rolo ice cream. (And if I'm being honest, I eat Rolo ice cream when I don't accomplish everything - what better way is there to drown the failed checklist guilt?)
Resolutions, on the other hand, require a much longer time for the pay-off. Like, "lose weight" doesn't happen overnight. And "write more" is kind of a progressive thing. Chances are good I'd lose the list before I could actually put a big sticky star next to an accomplished goal, and where's the fun in that?
So every year, I resolve not to resolve.
But I also can't ignore that 2009 is over, and while it had its ups and downs, it's time to forget it and move into a new decade. Happy New Year, by the way.
So in lieu of resolutions, I'm prepared to make some sweeping statements of intention.
1. I will write more.
2. I will read more.
3. I will take care of me more.
And this week, Josh Holloway is going to help me.
That's right. Be jealous.
I heart my muse.
The Book In My Bag Today: Gargoyle, Andrew Davidson