I hate New Year’s resolutions

Hate is a harsh word, but in this instance it’s not harsh enough. My abhorrence of resolutions stems from the reality that I am utterly incapable of keeping them. Can’t do it. I don’t think I’m alone, either – I mean, when was the last time you heard someone in December bragging about successfully making it to the gym four times a week for the entire year, or how they spent less and saved more, wrote a novel, and devoted more time with family? Rarely, if ever, because here’s the ugly truth: New Year’s resolutions may begin as the brilliant breakthrough that will take us to new personal heights, but they always mature into a nagging reminder of our failed aspirations.