... it's that time again
It seems every December, that I can remember, I have started a list of New Years resolutions.
I remember one year that I was going to do the dishes after dinner every evening. Well my Mother was a wonderful woman and she insisted that since I went to school and worked she would take care of those dishes. My Mother was a stay at home Mom and she didn't think that was work. Come on now -- she spent every day cooking and cleaning and yes after January 15th she was doing the dinner dishes again.
Another year I promised myself that I was going to try to keep my underwear and sock drawers organized. This lasted until January 10th and then the red sox and the white underwear were just as mixed up as they were on December 10th of the previous year.
Why do we make these resolutions? Why do we subject ourselves to the probability of failure as the New Year approaches?
I know that I have made resolutions I was sure I would keep. Ice cream only once a week, pizza every other week, and McDonalds only every three weeks. I have tried to lose weight by promising myself that it would happen. When I was having a drink now and then I was going to cut that down too.
My list of resolutions is as long as my lifeline. But this December I had made yet another promise to myself. I will be more frugal with my spending. I will not buy every thing that I think I can not live without.
It's the first week of January and I have done pretty well so far, but there was this ad for a great camera in the paper yesterday...
January 2, 2004