I HATE THAT brunch. That damn New Year’s Day brunch with family and/or friends. Everyone’s eating fruit salad and whole wheat toast, excited by the clean slate before them.
Resolutions come up. They always do. We go around the table sharing our goals of travel, taking up snowshoeing, getting a dog.
For the sake of brunch chat, I’ll share something flippant. I will read more biographies. I will get into Pinterest. The truth? I hate resolutions. I was thrilled when reports came out that they’re bad for our mental health. What’s wrong with setting small goals? Or none? Or just coasting through January enjoying yourself?
Below are four resolutions I’ve made and failed at.