Gone already.One by one the New Years Resoultions become victims of real life. Like comfy slippers or an old sweater they're tossed aside. One minute they are there steadfast. Next gone.
I walk into Macy's. See a cute bag. I mean really cute. It's cute and adorable and everything I ever wanted.Don't bother to ask how I got to bag department considering my resolution -no buying of bags. not even super cute ones-. Next thing I know it's mine. Resolution gone. It was on sale I think. Resolution gone. Whatever the excuse. Score 1 for the 'other side' I dont't care what you say. I love my bag. And the world loves my shrinking wallet.I know.
Not too long after I wore my very cute bag to dinner with friends. Happy as happy could be I was. So much so ,excuses I'm sure, I break another cardinal resolution. The no eating from the bread basket even at great restaurants where the bread is delicious. I did argue that one when I wrote it. I mean really? as I said than and still think now. That is crazy. I'm not even a bread eater. But good bread has to be eaten. Right? And I was even drinking the wine as a distraction. And conversing. And it was all going really well. But like a thief in the night the my hand went to the bread and the bread was eaten. Resolution gone. I'll double up on my exercise I think. Likely story I say. But the story stays the same.Dinner with friends is fun. Bread basket included. And Henry's End in Brooklyn has amazing bread and great food. Another resolution gone.
Since than ,which is not really so long ago, countless resoluions have been broken. I've brought earrings that I swore would be the answer to everything and would bring me eternal happiness. At Sephora I couldn't decide between Clinique's Matte Crimson lipstick and Nars' Red Square and got both. I spent a few more cold Feburary nights then I would like to admit watching mararthons of missed shows rather than go to the gym only to turn around the very next day window shopping at Zara's hoping my couch potato past would stay there in the past and not annouce itself in my dress size.
Anyway even in breaking resolutions I still believe in making them. What they really do is give you pause. Standing still for a few minutes they let you tune in to see that maybe what you're needing to do is take stock. A year is a good gauge for accomplishments. Resolutions are written testimony of that. They help remind you that you have plans. You may not complete all of them. But you can always revisit and start again. And when all else fails there is always shopping.