I never make New Year's resolutions because they're cliché and I try not to be trite. I also don't think you need to wait until January 1 to start something. Or a Monday. Or Lent.
I also don't like to set myself up for failure. Not that I'd ever fail (ignore the title of this blog).
Well, this past year I did make a resolution. I didn't tell anyone because see above. But I'm telling you now - and I fell short (that's different than failing).
My resolution was to stop saying sorry. I know, what? I realized in late 2013 that I say sorry for too many things - and this isn't a post where I wax about not being sorry for my weight, sexual proclivities, or beliefs. No, I was saying sorry for you running into me at the grocery store with your cart; sorry that my friend canceled plans an hour before the event and these plans had been made weeks ago; sorry that I gave you one simple task and weeks to do it and you're emailing me the night before that the project isn't done, NO BIG DEAL; sorry that I'm tired and don't want to be hungover with you tomorrow.Read More