It's not that resolutions are bad. Not at all. However it seems the expectation of new year resolutions is to fail. Why in hell would you make a promise to yourself that you had no intention of keeping??? I mean talk about your depressing defeats of self esteem. Why not just eat a cheese cake and go to bed?

Last year, a resolution was exactly what I made.

My hair was less pink then and life was about everything and everybody else and why life wasn't working for me. Indeed, it had taken me that long to realize that with Amelia in pre-school twice a week, I had time to be myself. I had time to work on a ll the projects and sketches I've been putting off. I can finally get the house in an order I can live with. I can finally spend the time to write or sing or jump or whatever it is moms do when they finally have the little bundle of joy shipped off to school. All of which never happened before she was gone 4 hours a day twice a week. In fact, it still hasn't happened

My resolution last year was as vague as possible. I want to find myself.  I mean "find myself"  in the most selfish and self centered way. What did I want to look like? How did I want to spend my days? What kept me from being what I want to be? Why didn't it just happen as life went on?

I discovered over the past year that experimentation with meditation and hair dye really changed my perspective.