It cannot possibly be 2015 already. Where did the time go? I cannot believe how fast the years go by of late. Years lasted a lot longer when I was a kid. Of course, I was still in school so it is understandable that a year dragged on into infinity back then—until summer vacation, which went by in a flash.

It seems like only yesterday that I was making New Year’s Resolutions for 2014, which I didn’t keep for very long. I didn’t make one single New Year’s Resolution for 2015. To tell you the truth, I’m against the concept of New Year’s Resolutions.

Make a New Year’s Resolution and you set yourself up for failure. Seriously. The pressure to succeed in keeping a resolution grows to enormous proportions. Eventually, the resolution takes on a life of its own, nagging you at every turn, making you feel like pond scum the moment you slip up.

I’ve lost count of how many years in a row that I resolved to lose weight, to exercise regularly, to eat a healthy diet, to drink more water, to get more sleep, to finish the [current] damn book. Can you guess which of those resolutions I kept?

Let’s see. I didn’t eat a healthy diet [Come on, give up pizza, pasta, and chocolate? Me?], therefore I didn’t lose weight. I suppose I drank more water, if numerous cups of tea late at night count. That was also when I was supposed to get more sleep, but any writer knows that if you’re on a roll, you don’t shut down your computer and go night-night—especially if you get your best ideas late at night and the rewriting bug bites you. I did get some exercise, sort of. My fingers did the walking over my MacBook’s keys for several hours a day, and I climbed stairs several times a day since my home office is in my home’s lower level. My jaw got plenty of exercise when I masticated snacks while I wrote.

If I were to cave in to tradition and make resolutions for this new year of 2015, I believe I would resolve to try to be a better person: a better wife, a better mother, a better grandmother, a better sister, a better friend, a better neighbor, a better citizen—and I hope like mad that I’d succeed in my resolve to become a better writer and finish every damn book I start!

Happy 2015, everyone!

PS: You may have noticed that I did not resolve to try to be a better cook. ::cackle, snort:: Hey, give me some credit for knowing when a situation is hopeless. If I ever invite you to dinner at my place…well, don’t bring your appetite.

If you made New Year’s Resolutions, please share them. Don’t worry; I won’t nag you to keep them.