The Unofficial New Year's Resolutions
Well, it’s another year. And I’m not about to make any official New Year’s resolutions that I can’t keep. But, “off the record” (as if there is such a thing — don’t believe it!), I have compiled a list of goals for myself, with the full knowledge that I am well-intentioned but fallible.
Read more: literature, poetry, philosophy, foreign affairs
Stop wasting the few pennies I have on caf� salads and sandwiches I could make myself if I weren’t so lazy in the kitchen.
Stop eating red meat. I can’t bear seeing those poor cows on TV.
Give up shaving in favour of waxing.
Stop criticising myself so much.
Be more brave. Think less, do more.
75 sit-ups a day. Still 925 less than Usher apparently does.
Keep in touch with friends. Being busy isn’t an excuse.
Let go of past hurts.
Organize or get rid of boxes upon boxes of paperwork.
Commit fully and lovingly to each moment, each task.