I don’t make resolutions. Because I can’t keep them. So I didn’t make one this year. Instead, I cleverly made a “plan.” My plan, which was not to be confused with a resolution, was to use a Wednesday or Thursday evening, every week, to write.
Today is March 16, about 10 weeks into the year. Let’s check the record. 
I think I’ve used my “planned” day once. Today is the first time I’ve blogged in weeks. And today is Sunday.
Pathetic.
Good thing I don’t make resolutions.
small happinesses 