last night at sister #3’s house, we went around the room tossing out our resolutions. they were your average resolutions, “eat better, lose weight, do well in school, blah, blah, blah.” my resolution was different.
“i want to write 12 short stories next year,” i said.
this was met with blank stares and then, they laughed.
i told the TTHM my resolution and while he admits it’s a good resolution, he keeps asking me if i have loftier goals. i feel as though he’s trying to get me to admit to something. but, well, there’s nothing to admit to.
i don’t have any loftier resolutions. i should eat better, excersise more, and lose weight. but that’s not my resolution. i made that resolution for about the first 28 years of my life, along with the next year i resolve to have someone to kiss at midnight, and each year just found me alone and fat, and really, who needs to feel bad about themselves on the first day of a whole new year? so i just stopped making that stupid resolution.
someday, if i do find myself thinner, healthier and smooching at midnight on dec 31/jan 1, i’ll just lie and say that was my resolution for the past year.
because i’m evil like that.