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What? It’s January-Fucking-Fourth and I haven’t done an obligatory post on resolutions?

Damn. I’m slacking.

Well, anyway. Okay, I give…But it’s not my normal anti-resolution rant this year. I’ll spare ya. Because this year, I’m actually feeling more at peace with the whole resolution thing.

I’ve just figured out, “Okay. I am who I am. If I don’t like something about who I am, then I can let it the Hell go, you know? That’s my job every day. But if I want to set a  positive goal for myself that I feel happy about, well, sure. That’s cool.”

For me, the difference is about the focus–if your resolution is about not being good enough, thin enough, smart enough, rich enough, right enough or white enough or whatever…well, fuck that noise. You’re on shakey ground at that point.

You know? Life is here, now. This is it, folks. There ain’t no dress rehersal. What you see is what you got, Sparky. So why waste this beautiful gift we have berating ourselves?

I mean, c’mon. You respond better to feeling good about yourself anyway, right? So make your thoughts feel good, and you’ll do better, and on and on it goes, a vicious upward sprial.

I can dig it.