This year, my New Year’s resolutions lasted a record 9 days. I resolved to get healthy by eating better, working out and quitting smoking for good. After a week of steady decline, I hit rock bottom today. I ate chocolate cake for lunch. I spent most of the afternoon sitting at my desk doing work instead of running or even doing a few sit-ups, and this evening, I found a stray cigarette left over from God knows when and smoked half of it before putting in out in a fit of self-disgust.
The problem with most resolutions is there is no mechanism for accountability other than self-discipline. And people who make resolutions do so because they lack self-discipline. Contrary to popular belief, a new year is not a fresh start at all. Our brains don’t have a factory reset switch that flips at the stroke of midnight. We make a big fuss about January 1 each year, but in the end, it’s just another day.
So I’ve decided to make a new resolution with measurable results and public consequence. Yes, I’ll still make an effort to preserve my health (that one cigarette tasted like shit so no worries of a relapse). I hereby resolve to write more.
This may sound simple and cheap. After all, I’m an aspiring journalist. My classwork and my job require me to write daily. But I’m not talking about Syracuse concert reviews or newspaper feature stories. I plan to make thoughtful entries on this site on a regular basis (after this, no more self-indulgent bullshit. Promise.) And even if no one reads them, I’ll continue to post what I believe are worthwhile pieces.
All I ask of my reader(s) (I hope it’s plural) is to criticize my failure (or my success if you hate my writing). Silence is the enemy of accountability. I’m making a resolution to voice my analyses and opinions more often. I urge you to do the same.
Oh yeah, and if you see me with a cigarette I give you permission to kick me in the testicles. Happy new year.