Nope. Nada. Nothing. I hope to make mistakes (it means I’m trying). I intend to laugh, a lot and during awkward moments (it means I’m human). I aim to fail at every training program I start (it only motivates me more). I will not diet (it never works). And, I plan not to plan (I’m letting life surprise me).
That last one feels more resolution-y than the others do. But after plodding through one of the most challenging years of my life, scheduling every stinking moment to get myself back on plan, I resolve not to resolve. My 2015 intentions are non-intentions.
I suppose I could just say, “I’m over it,” especially if I utter it in that way people who are really are over it say “I’m over it.” Truth is, I’m not really done done, just over my year of planning, scheduling, and strategizing.
I intend to have fun from here on out. Fun with a capital ‘F.’ Everyday Fun. Cool Fun. Naughty Fun. Work Fun (yes, work fun). Adventurous Fun. Boring Fun. Four-letter-word Fun.
Okay, maybe I do have a few resolutions but I’m not writing them down in list format.