Resolution. . . and Execution
Every year, I make New Year’s resolutions. I haven’t written them down in who knows how long, but I do make them in my head. Furthermore, I generally make the same resolutions every year. . . which says something about how successful I am about keeping them. Losing weight and doing a better job of being on time have been there for at least thirty years, and I’ve added writing goals over the past few: finishing my third book has been a thing for about six years now, and writing a blog entry every week has been on the list for the past three or four. We are now forty-one days into 2021. . . and for the most part, when it comes to these resolutions, I’m in epic fail territory. (I wish I had added “Read at least twenty books” to that list because I’ve been on a major reading tear of late. In fact, I may have already read twenty by now.) I’ve probably done a little bit better with not being as late to work, but that’s not saying much. I have actually made decent progress on the bo