Runaway Resolutions

It was new year eve and me as a little girl heard the term “New year resolution” for the first time. How much would the brain of a seventh grader process understanding not what the term actually meant. From what I picked up I decided I would take a new year resolution too and document my status each day in the complimentary diary the family received from some nearby store. 
Jan 1 : My hands write what my heart does not accept. I will give up eating chocolates. Okay, maybe reduce them. 
Eve of the same day : Good bye resolution ! I accidentally had a chocolate and this seems quite tough. Let’s catch up next year. 

Each year rolled and the resolutions got better,wiser and more consistent. They were understood and well adapted to. If not down the drain, I did follow them quite well if not religiously. Somewhere in mid 2000’s :Older and much wiser I decided resolutions could wait and did not bother to set goals or commit to follow them. December 2022-This year seems a bit different though. Reading through older posts I realised how casual this blog was. All it takes is a mere 5-10 minutes to type the free flow thoughts. Registering personal thoughts don’t need a professional cap but why not use words well and play them Classy. Why not replace the diary for my blog.? If words are your safe space and they play well with your views why not document them in a more classic and professional manner? 2023- the year I choose to take my blog serious and present words in a professional way. Let words lead the way. 

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