We’ll take a cup of kindness yet…

I don’t make new year’s resolutions because I never keep them.  It’s not so much that I lack resolve, but rather that things tend to change and old goals become frighteningly unrealistic.

Last year, I jokingly said my resolution was to not die.  I think I managed to keep it.  Maybe this year it will be the same.

There’s so much I need to change and so many things to do, but all of it seems exhausting.  Complacently, I will suffer through another year.

Every year I say it’s the last that I will live like this.  Every year I tell myself that this must change.  And every year I do nothing.  Nothing is comfortable, nothing brings me the stability that I need.  Because no one else offers that stability.

A new year without resolutions, another year to waste.  Let’s see how badly we can screw this one up.

Good luck.