Some people are making New Year’s Resolutions. Others are loftily saying they refuse to have self-improvement dictated by a calendar; when they see something that needs fixing, they fix it. Still others feel they are already perfect (you know who you are). Of course, everybody must do what works for themselves. Personally, I believe in making a New Year’s Resolution right around Thanksgiving. Then you have a perfect excuse to overindulge during the subsequent holidays: “I can eat these cookies; I’m going on a diet January 1st!” Alas for me, I neglected to do so and had to overindulge with no excuse.
Random picture to denote passage of time while I get more coffee.
What could be more festive that Joan Crawford with an ax? At least candy is seasonal. For accuracy’s sake, I point out that I am nobody’s mommy. I was Mama Q to the boys in my national guard unit, back in the early ’00s, but that was a long time ago. But I digress.
I think New Year’s Resolutions can be a useful tool. New year, new beginnings, new hopes. They don’t always work, of course, but then nothing works all the time in every case. What a lot of pressure to put on a little bitty resolution, not to mention to our own psyches. “I WILL improve my life, starting on this arbitrary date, and if I do not, I am clearly dirt!” To me, that is not a helpful way to do it. Then again, “I will NOT make a New Year’s Resolution, because they clearly do not work! I will stay just the way I am, so there!” Well, that is fine if you are one of those perfect people I mentioned earlier. A friend once said she had some goals. I like that. Words matter, and to some of us, having a goal can seem much more attainable than a Resolution (the song about “A Resolution! On Independency!” from 1776 is playing in my head).
Some people have no perception.
I guess this has been a whole lot of half-baked philosophy, more worthy of Lame Post Friday. Then again, many people find themselves confused about what day it is this time of year. As regular readers know, I am no stranger to confusion. I would like to just mention I have made this entire post with a whanging headache (autocorrect thought I meant “changing.” I would like it to change!) (and autocorrect seems to think autocorrect is not a word, but does not change it) (again, I digress). Thus I prove to myself that I can so make a blog post when I have a headache. There goes another excuse!
My skull is screaming.
I close with a shot from The Screaming Skull, another beloved cheesy horror movie, with or without robot heads. I see I am over 400 words. Wow! That must be some good coffee I made!
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