Remember oh, three days ago, when BeckySharper declared that she is over New Year’s Eve? I am too. I am also over resolutions. More specifically, I am over people asking me what I am going to do differently this year.
For starters, I spent New Year’s Eve recovering from the World Cold Ever. This means that while I was sleeping, my husband was playing video games and talking to his brother on AIM. This was the first time I had slept though New Year’s and I was not ashamed. I had stayed home before, but I was always awake. I didn’t miss dressing up and going somewhere. And when I woke up late on Saturday morning, I didn’t feel any different. Yet each year family and friends ask me what my resolutions are.
I tend to avoid resolutions because they are predictable and boring. Lose Weight! Read More! Travel More! Let’s be honest. I am not going to start a new diet. I am not going to join a gym so I can exercise multiple times per week with people I don’t like. I’m not going to read more. I read so much during the semester that I tend to nap and watch mindless television shows during my breaks. I am not going to travel more mostly because I won’t have the time or money.
Sometimes it seems as if the cycle of resolutions is perpetrated by the mainstream media to fill page (for print) or airspace (for broadcast). A listicle of the top 10 resolutions is easy filler alongside a stock photograph of champagne or those ubiquitous glasses of 2011 or whatever year it is. I suppose the one thing I don’t understand about resolutions is waiting until the new year to start them. If you want to change something about yourself, why not just do it when you see fit? Sure, there are goals I have for myself, but I will accomplish them on my own time. And I’m okay with that.