Resolutions

This is why resolutions suck. I have always been anti-resolution, because they set you up for failure. I learned this early in my life, as is evidenced by an old picture frame I have. I was given this frame as a birthday present when I was 8 or 9. On the back, there were lines for the owner to write a nice little bit about the picture, or what have you. Here is what I wrote (mind you, I was eight): "I will try to change this picture every year. But I probably won't be able to." What an attitude for an eight-year old, eh? Jason claims this says a lot about me. I don't know where my attitude came from; even I think I was a little young to be so fatalistic (okay, maybe pessimistic, although I prefer not to think of it that way). In fact, this still appears to me to be mostly just realistic...

But back to resolutions, and the trouble they cause. Like the one I made last week that said I was going to think of something wonderful and witty to post on my blog, and do so regularly and with vigor. Yep, I set myself up. Even before I got Jessie's snide little comment (teasing, I'm teasing you, Jessie), I was thinking the same thing. Another resolution down the drain. Is there anything more depressing? Even when I was eight, I was wise enough to know the value of giving yourself an out, a loophole, an admission of possible failure right up front.

Oh, and by the way, this is my sorry excuse for a post this week. Someday I'll have something to say...