New year…new me. Not so fast.
It may be the new year, but from the looks of the mirror, it’s the same old me.
I make resolutions every year. I try to keep them simple and extremely doable. I’m not one of those people who sets themselves up for disappointment and self loathing. No, my resolutions are designed to help me succeed. (With the resolution anyway)
One year, I decided to give up smoking. Now to many, this is a daunting endeavor. But since I had never smoked, it was relatively simple to keep to this resolution all year long.
Another year, I promised myself not to buy a Rolls Royce. Another year of resounding success. The same with the promise not shoot a cannon. Not having a cannon helped…a lot. Not purchasing a three carat diamond was a challenge that my bank account and I rose to like champs. Clearly, deciding to refrain from unicorn breeding was a goal that stands in the “Done” column.
Well, this year, my goal became loftier given the scientific inroads that have been carved in the past few years. It balances on the cusp of my enjoyment of travel and my interest in all things science oriented. I grabbed at current headlines and am calmly declaring my self made promise for 2019.
I AM NOT GOING TO MARS THIS YEAR.
I will let you know how that turns out.
Happy 2019!