I kind of have a love/hate relationships with New Year’s Resolutions.
Okay, okay, I admit. This is by no means unique to me. Most of us have a chip on our shoulders over all of the New Year’s Resolutions we’ve broken in under a week. There’s such promise of new beginnings, but then there’s a New Year’s party when you want to write and you promised to eat clean but there’s leftover Christmas shopping, and before you get back to school or work you’re just plain bitter about the whole concept.
Sound familiar? Thought so.