It’s been a month! A month since I’ve updated my now 13-month-old blog (does that mean my blog is a toddler now? And I didn’t even get it a smash cake). Work has been crazy, the holidays are always insane…excuses, excuses. If I made New Year’s resolutions, I’d make one to be the same perpetually prolific Jill of all trades in real life that I am in my head.
I don’t really believe in New Year’s resolutions, though. Can’t stand them, in fact. I think you set yourself up for failure as soon as the intentions leave the safe confines of your mind and reach other human ears. Plus, they virtually ensure that the gym will be utterly, miserably packed for the first six weeks of the year, until everyone remembers that they hate working out. I mean, come on – we all have our faults. Pretending that we’re going to change for two weeks in January is fun, but it never really sticks. Case in point: every year, I decide that this is the year I’m going to become an Organized Person, so I buy a day planner with the intention of keeping it (and a roller ball pen) always on my person, so that I may take notes throughout the day of things I should remember or stuff I have to do. In my most successful year, I lasted a week and a half. In my (two) least successful years, I’ve lost the thing within two weeks of the New Year. So then I’m disorganized AND filled with shame. Nobody wins.