There Are No Resolutions, Only Goals
Good morning. Or good afternoon to those of you who partied like maniacs and threw caution to everything last night. The new year is on us all, but it doesn’t have to be that way. You can be ON IT.
I’ll never speak for anyone else, so I’m not about to espouse what each of us should do now that the brand new year is in its infancy filled with possibilities and endless cliched tangents of wonderfulness. I’ve spent too much time in my 32 years doing so, and it usually leads to negativity, broken relationships, and heartache.
There are no resolutions. For me, there rarely are anyways. It’s a fairly arbitrary point in time to say you’re going to change something just because you had to go on Amazon to get a new calendar. If it works for you, great. It doesn’t work for me.
I quit consuming aspartame this past Saturday. Yeah, I guess I could have waited another few days to line it up nicely with New Years. A few more days of that shit might have killed me. At least mentally. So I quit it right then and there: I took a trip to Subway for a meal and a giant, final, awful Diet Coke. From that point, no more. My system already feels a lot better.
And then there are goals. I want my writing career to flourish even further. I want to write and publish three books this year. Writing one book took about 13 months itself. So I’m challenging myself to get this done. It’s possible things could go either way. The way I’m motivated now, things are only going to go one way: completion and accomplishment.
That’s just how it’s going to be. Happy New Year to all, I can’t wait to share my work with you.