Naaaah! I don't know who I'm fooling by pretending to make resolutions. After almost four decades, okay three decades and a bit, since I didn't know about resolutions before I hit 8 or 9, it's time to own up to the fact that I never keep my resolutions past the end of January.
So, this year, I have NO RESOLUTIONS. I have enough pressures in life as it is without piling on more. For instance, over Christmas I ate way more than my share of, well, everything! The good thing would be to make a resolution not to fall on the nearest tray of yummy chocolate, or the last two mince pies that are giving me the come on. BUT, do you know how stressful it is to say no, especially when your kids are covered in the stuff? Well, if you do, you have more will power than I.
I do have aspirations however, the top being to continue growing in my writing and hopefully, get published by my dream publisher, Harlequin Presents, one day.
To all those who have made firm, glorious resolutions, may they all come true. To those of us who close our eyes, cross our fingers and fly by the seat of our pants, I wish us all happy landing exactly (or within a stone's throw of) where we want to be.
Happy 2010, again!
I'm off to keep the dream alive!