Ohhhhh dear, I’m in a bit of a pickle. Today is Ditch New Year’s Resolutions Day, which sounds A-OK to me apart from one thing: my New Year’s resolution was to write this blog every day in 2012. It’s true that I made an additional resolution to be more active back on Personal Trainer Awareness Day, but that doesn’t really count as we were already in January, plus I’ve not managed to keep it at all to be honest. (Don’t worry, I sicken me too.)
So, what to do? I can’t ditch the resolution of writing this blog as I’ve managed to go seventeen days in a row without missing a post, and if you can go seventeen days you can easily go another seventeen days, and another, and a fourth time, and so on until finally you’ve done 21.529412 sets of seventeen days and got yourself a full leap year of entries. And imagine giving up the blog when I’ve got my friends, family and workmates, the site’s creator, a couple of journalists and radio presenters and even a few thousand total strangers keeping tabs on me – I wouldn’t get away with shirking responsibility even for a moment!
But then it struck me: I don’t have to blindly follow each occasion, doing exactly what I’m told. Sure, that’s the weird and wacky way of going about it, but what if I had to make someone cry for some reason? I don’t think I could do that. In fact I don’t think I could even force myself to walk ten steps on an icy day with my eyes closed, as I’m a complete lummox on slippery surfaces and topple as effortlessly as a cola can pyramid built on a dog’s back.
With this in mind, I decided to briefly change tactics and instead see today as a different kind of challenge: DOTY is telling me to ditch a resolution that will have an adverse effect on itself, so I took a deep breath and said “No! No I will not ditch my New Year’s resolution, not for you, not for anybody! I have a dream, yadda-yadda-blah-blah-twaddle.” In retrospect I wish I hadn’t said this out loud when my friend was in the kitchen making a cup of tea.
I now feel rather proud of myself, defying what has already become an incredibly influential factor in my everyday life. Maybe tomorrow I’ll stand my ground and refuse to base my day around the subject matter again. Oh hang on, tomorrow is Thesaurus Day and I’m a massive wordfinder nerd – looks like I’m back on board. After all, I’m sure that DOTY has learnt its lesson and realises that it can’t tell me what to do all the time. Isn’t that right, oh greatly feared master?