This is my year for no resolutions. None. Zip. Zilch. Zero. I am through disappointing myself. If I happen to do something great, then awesome. Otherwise, fuggedaboutit. No more worries about my weight, the length of my hair, how little I exercise, how much I drink, how many books I write, or what time I wake up in the morning. None of that matters. This year, I just live. I’ll let you know in about 364 days how that went.
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