I'm not making a long list of resolutions this year. Okay, I'll probably come up with a few. At least I'll take a look at what I want to achieve in the new year. But that's sort of my issue with resolutions right now. I'm not sure I want to achieve anything other than recapture my joy in my writing journey. So I have a few tentative ideas, but I don't even want to call them resolutions. Want to know why? Read on...
On New Year's Day
by Kenn Nesbitt
On New Year's Day a year ago, I started off the year by making resolutions that were probably severe. I said I'd save my money, as this seemed so very wise. I vowed I would improve my health. I swore I'd exercise. I stated I would do my homework every single day. I'd brush my teeth religiously to ward off tooth decay. I'd eat my fruits and vegetables and keep my bedroom clean. I'd treat my sister kindly though she's often very mean. My resolutions lasted me about a half a day. I promised I would keep them but I broke them anyway. So now I'm fat and penniless. My homework's overdue. My sister's mad. My teeth are bad. My room is messy too. And yet I think I may have found the best of all solutions, and this year I've resolved to not make ANY resolutions.Copyright © 2004 Kenn Nesbitt
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