Dear Friends and Family:
It’s Jan. 2. People have already broken resolutions, or never made any to begin with.
I don’t usually make resolutions, as you know. If I decide to do something, I just do it. No need to wait until the new year.
This year, I’m declaring things I WON’T do:
- Keep makeup I don’t wear. Coral lipstick is not for pale people like me, and frosty pink is for preteens.
- Retain books on my Kindle I won’t read. “A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments” by David Foster Wallace is a supposedly fun read that is not. Byeeee!
- Put up with less than I need/deserve/worked for, etc. I am not a “Welcome!” mat.
- Save money. Yeah, I know I should, but let’s be honest: I won’t.
- Stay home. I want to say “absof–kinlutely” to adventures near and far. Dream scenario: I get paid to write about it.
- Continue procrastinating on my book. This is the year I finish it, write the proposal, and find an agent. If E.L. James can become rich and famous off her
trashTwilight fan fictionwork, so can I. - Lose more than just five more pounds. I’m calling that my “wine cushion.”
- Stay in this place with the small kitchen. When it’s a pain to make things as fairly easy as Scotch eggs, it’s time to upgrade.
- Ignore show suggestions from certain like-minded people. I resisted watching “Killing Eve.” I was stupid.
- Let people try to make me feel even slightly embarrassed about my love of bad taxidermy. Those uptight people can shove it. My obsession is Hando approved.
- Vote for Trump. Duh.
- Stop writing blog posts at least twice a week. I’ve been keeping this pace since April, so I’m pretty proud of myself.
What are your anti-resolutions? Tell me in the comments.
Love and kisses,
Beth
Keep those heels I think that I might wear just one more time, you know the ones. My knee and ankle…done.
Brexit quietly or vote for trump. I demand IQ tests with a score range of at least superior or gifted, depending upon the scale…for all voters.
Wear all that odd jewelry I’ve accumulated over the years. In fact, I may give it away.
Obsess over the last time I changed the kitchen sponge (trust me, this haunts me).
Blurt out what I “really think” during a video call…it’s impossible to hide my face. Learned this from experience and it’s easier without the visual.
Say yes when I mean no. I was taught this during my formative years but it wandered back in. I don’t have to spend my time anywhere or with anyone if it’s not valuable (true friends and family, excluded).
Not shut up about menopause…I don’t care how boring it gets. They don’t tell you this shit.
Not finish my book (we have the same goal). It’s happening this year.
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Hell yeah so can you. Excited for your book, Beth. I already know it will be one million times better than 50 Shades of Bad Prose. My non-resolution for 2020: I am not going to leave my novel in my head any longer. It’s going to be words on paper, I am going to finish it, and then I’m going to do something with it. And I’m not going to keep putting my needs behind everyone else’s. It’s time to set healthy boundaries and learn how to say no.
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Yes! I love this! If you need a novel accountability partner, I’m your huckleberry.
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