I don't really like resolutions, in fact I wrote a blog about it several years ago the main point of which was:
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Why bother with resolutions? Resolutions are often made in the throes of Christmas party drunkenness. Being fit enough to run a marathon sounds so cool when you're drunk. But then in the harsh light of a sober morning, it just sounds like a lot of hard work. But the rub is that we are too embarrassed to admit that our grand plans were really just grandstanding. So, as in most things, we stick to our story no matter how preposterous. In our lame attempts to convince everyone, we even go through the motions of carrying out said resolution. Then after a few weeks, when we think no one is looking, we think to ourselves, "screw this". If anyone asks, that sore knee from high school has been acting up. And then when next December rolls around, and the old year is once again coming to a close, we promise ourselves that we will only resolve to be able to run a mile. And we mean it, until that poor jerk at next year's Christmas party starts up about the triathlon in July.
So this year, I vow to keep my resolutions to myself. That way come March I won't have to explain my lame-o actions to anyone. It will remain between me, and the peas.
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However, in the hope that I am always adapting and growing, I resolve to clear at least SOME clutter from my life. I don't much care whether it is the physical or emotional (both would be nice) but some WILL be gone by this time next year. Really.