Yesterday I decided to make one resolution for each month. There are many things I could put on a list of 12, but none of them seem appealing. But I should, I really should.
In the past many years my resolutions were to lose weight so I'd be thin, to get a tan, and to quit smoking. I never got a tan. When I could tell I had one, to prove it to anyone else I had to pull up my shirt and put my arm across my stomach. That gets old, especially if resolution to be thin hasn't been achieved yet. I didn't do this with strangers -- just close friends. That resolution spent 30+ years on my list.
I got thin but never thought of it as a resolution met until yesterday. I was doing it for health reasons, and I've been thin for about 20 years now. So yay! One resolution kept.
And I quit smoking. Another one that was not done because of a resolution. So yay! Another kept, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. Just resolved to my fate to be a nonsmoker.
I have accumulated a lot faults - mostly due to the dire disease of procrastination. So I have at least 12 resolutions I could make. If only I could think of what they were! Actually, of course I know; they are always in the back of my mind. Which is a good reason to get them sorted.
I figure by the end of the year I will be perfect. You all can envy for that, but be sure to tell me about it, so I don't lose the opportunity to preen.