January 4th, 2012
Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! Henry V : Act III, scene i, lines 1-2
With the holidays over and a chapter closed (see last blog), it’s time to get back on the horse and plunge into the world that’s infront of me.
I know that all of the resolutions that I make up in my head but never say aloud, will get left behind like the empty boxes on recycling day but at least I think they might have a shot. Of course, who the hell am I kidding.
Yes, I should drink less.
Yes, I should stop going to Tim Hortons for their sesame seeded bagels with herb and garlic cream cheese.
Yes, I should focus more on my school work and less time on Netflix or Word Jewels for the iPhone.
But, meh, probably not going to.
Over the Christmas holidays I had someone say, “You’ve put on weight, haven’t you?” And yes I have but do I really need someone to point out the obvious? It’s like going out and hearing, “Oh it’s raining.” DUH, I KNOW!
I’m sure, in the back of their minds, they’re thinking they’re helping but do I really need to be reminded that my pants are getting tighter? That the scale in my bathroom (that hasn’t been stood upon in what could be considered eons) seems to actually take on a personality and shrink away from me.
With all this, logically, grounded in my psyche, I’m still one for waiting. Possibly for a massive heart attack (though obviously I’m not hoping for that) or something shattering that will purge me out of this consistent lethargy that has become my comfort zone.
So my resolution this year is to do my damnedest not to break my resolution. That seems to have been the only consistencies in them.