Resolutions are indicative of the new year, and they sound like a good idea, until you find yourself in the middle of March without having accomplished a single thing.
Listen, it happens. It’s happened to me every single year until I finally decided to forgo the resolutions and just do what I wanted, when I wanted.
Before coming to that conclusion, I went through many failed resolutions and these failed resolutions carry a few stages.
You know what I’m talking about, the delusion that you’re actually going to follow through with a simplistic lifestyle, a vegan diet, or teaching yourself to tap dance on YouTube—all resolutions I’ve attempted.
It ain’t gonna happen.
At this point you’re probably in a messy apartment, eating microwaved breakfast sausage, while lying on the ground watching those tap dance videos you’re supposed to be attempting.
And you don’t really care because there’s no one around holding you accountable.
Sally, your coworker has already dropped 10 pounds, and your brother has the business plan of his new startup done. And you, you have nothing to show for the first four weeks of the new year because you’ve been too busy binging on microwaved meats and YouTube videos.
What do you have to say for yourself?
Seriously, Sally is 20 pounds down and your brother now has an investor—WTF are you doing with your life?
Ehhh whatever, there’s always next year.