If I could turn back time…
Actually I promise I’m not going to channel Cher. I just felt like it was appropriate because I was about to post about how much I hate New Year’s resolutions, and then I had a thought…if I went back to posts around this time over the past few years, I’d be willing to bet I could just reblog my own old posts with a similar sentiment.
If I’m not original, at least I’m consistent.
With that said, this year in particular I have found myself in a bit of a New Year Bluesy funk. The kind of funk that has me stuck in my own brain going over the past year’s accompliments, or what I perceive as the gaping lack there of. The same kind that has me making that list in my brain that is dangerously close to a resolution list.
I hate resolutions the same way I hate boxy shirts. They look good on no one (please listen to me America), and are trendy every so often forcing millions of women to have a year of photos where they look like rectangles, and gyms across the country to rake in the dough this time of the year.
Anyway, this year has been particularly rough, and uneventful, and the worst part is, I fear it’s my own fault. I’m a waffler. When it comes to big decisions I make one, and then I hear everyone else’s voice telling me why I’m wrong, or the million ways it won’t work, and then I’m paralyzed.
I’m not saying I’m making a resolution, but, if I were, I would say that 2012 will be a year of less waffling.
