The Mathematics of Glamour

In ink, I wrote down one resolution for the new year.  Water spilled.  Like the Gremlin, the list multiplied.  I currently have 29 “resolutions” that are rapidly growing into new motives, both evil and pure, for 2010.

As a visual person, I like to gaze at my list here and there.  I often stare blankly at my words avoiding the task at hand, and other times I wonder why I wrote down “Take chances, Kira” when I did tryout for Gotham Girls Roller Derby last year without a shot in hell of making the team.  It’s okay, I’m taking skating lessons this year.  It’s on my list.

I appreciate the fact that I’m trying to be a responsible adult, and I listed, “schedule regular dentist appointments” as a resolution.  Is that a resolution?  Shouldn’t that just be life?  The idealist inside of me wrote down, “Write a book of fiction.  And publish.”  Aim high, right?

My 29th, and currently final item on my list is to “join a bowling league” which I added today … after I signed up online.  Fooled ya, ’10.

Naysayers may suggest that resolutions are cliché.  But I think it is a valuable way to express the multiple voices speaking in our own heads: The wise-ass, The inspired, The sneaky, The immature, The immature pretending to be mature, etc.

Go ahead and get friendly with the personalities you’re dealing with in the year ahead.

And add your resolutions below.