Tuesday, January 3, 2012
I am not. I don't know what I am.
Don't get me wrong; I like New Year's. I've always liked the concept even though I get that it means nothing, really. 2012 is no different than 2011 in any way except for inside a system of keeping track of time that someone made up way back when. However, I've always been a sucker for new beginnings and a fresh slate. I like the idea of a reboot. I also like the champagne. It might be my favorite holiday.
But, the one thing I can't stand is the resolutions. They're SO LAME, you guys. I mean, let's be real. It's always the same shit! Lose weight, eat healthier, work out more, advance in my career, be an all around more awesome human! Those are all nice things to do. I'll admit I'm guilty of making stupid resolutions too. But, as I get older, I find the whole thing kind-of infuriating. If I want to work out more, I work out more. I don't need a resolution. How lame are we as a species if we keep promising every year to do the exact same shit but we never do it? We just wait until next January to try again and fail again. I find it sad and dumb.
Dumb and sad.
So, I haven't made them in a long time. That doesn't stop people from asking. I have some answers prepared. They say, "What's your resolution this year, Kendra?" I say: "This year I'm going to color coordinate my bra and panties, even when I'm at the gym." Or, "I'm all about wearing more hats." Or, "In the year 2012, I will discover a way to make my dog walk on his hind legs."
That's how I'm rolling this January. Ask at your own risk!
Okay, I'm off to the gym. And, I've got to get some decaf tea because I'm quitting caffeine. Right now. At the beginning of January. But, this has nothing to do with it being a new year or anything. I just, you know, want to work out and be healthy. For serious.
*photo by Anders Andermark.