To be honest, I hate New Year Resolutions. I’ve always felt compelled to come up with one but I’m convinced the reason people like me fail before the first weekend is because we set the bar way too high.
While quitting smoking, giving up chocolate, or losing 50 pounds are all admirable goals, people seem to forget that a New Year Resolution is like perpetual Lent without reprieve. With Lent, at least your misery is short-term.
When I was younger, my resolutions would always be of a lofty nature. Had any of them lasted beyond the 5th of January, I’d probably be a muscled-out guitar-strumming award-winning author doubling as a tri-athlete completely off soda by now.
But I’m not.
I’m still a lean, mean, soda-chugging squidgy machine. I know nothing about the guitar beyond the fact that it has five strings I can’t play. I’m an obscure author whose big claim to fame is getting flamed on StumbleUpon by a bunch of adolescent pukes for shelving my kid’s xBox. And the term “tri-athlete” has been banned from my vocabulary unless it’s preceded by “I will never become a…”
As years passed and I became older and wiser, I accepted the reality that I’m completely void of willpower and have little desire to change. In turn, my resolutions became progressively and increasingly scaled back until last year’s New Year Resolution was simply: “I hereby vow not to have one.”
Apparently, futility is the key to victory because after decades of failed attempts, I’m happy to report that I have finally closed out a year with my resolution still intact.
Hot off my winning streak, I’ve decided to try for a repeat. Only this year, I’m going to up the ante on effort.
As I’ve pledged repeatedly throughout the year, I want to write more. Contrary to the lack of posts, I’ve actually had lots of inspiration and writing prompts. I simply talked myself out of writing for fear that the topics weren’t worthy of your time. But hey, who am I to judge, right? I mean, some of you could be leading boring lives in perpetual solitude and here I’m stripping away some much-needed entertainment.
So, with that being said, my 2013 New Year Resolution is to post at least 5 times a week without regard for the over-obsessive blockade I tend to erect whenever I sit down to write.
On the plus side, it means I’ll be writing 20 posts a month. On the potential downside, it means some of them are gonna suck. But I’m done being the judge of what’s good and what’s bad because my obsession over perfection has only resulted in self-doubt and empty pages. If I strike out, I want it to be because I swung and missed. Not because I was afraid to ever approach home plate.
From my family to yours, Happy New Year! I hope to see you around these parts throughout 2013.
Oh, and if you’re lacking in the New Year Resolution department, you can always make it a goal to visit my blog each day. I just hope you have more success with that than I have.