A message from Sandy. New Year’s resolutions, who came up with them, and why? Don’t ask me—I don’t know. And for that matter, who really cares? No one—not even the dog. In fact maybe it would be best to take a page from a dog’s life and not worry so much about self-improvement. After all if sleeping in a soft bed, getting three squares a day plus snacks, and chasing your tail for fun is good enough for a dog, it should work for us. Well, except for the chasing-the-tail part. (although that could create some interesting conversations at the office)

All the same, every year when the new year rolls around, I wrack my brain to think of resolutions to improve my life. (or resolutions I think others think would improve my life) I have found from experience that resolving to win the lottery is not likely to happen— I guess you need to buy a ticket to give it some chance of working. Perhaps, we should stick with resolutions that are a sure thing–stuff like–eat chocolate at every opportunity (but only good quality) or sleep whenever possible. What about one negative resolution? I ‘ll bet  I could manage to keep a minus resolution, as long as it was easy, and fun. Why is that?

The latest statistics are in: 30% of all resolutions are broken within the first week. The rest, fold in less than a month. Not very encouraging. Is the problem that we never intended on keeping them? We only say we are, to impress people. Like the preposterous notion that we would actually eliminate all fats from our diet. Who are we kidding? Give up cheese cake and pizza? Forever? That’s like giving up blinking. It can not be done!