I'm not one for new years resolutions, but I have one this morning. I hereby resolve that I will never, ever again do a shot of tequila after drinking three glasses of prosecco. What follows is not pretty.
I suppose I could resolve to build my savings or to eat better or to run another half-marathon or to keep my house cleaner or to rededicate time to volunteering or any number of other things that would reflect a higher level of introspection or interest in improving myself and the world around me. But those kinds of resolutions usually just serve to make me feel bad about myself and I usually crumble under the pressure.
This resolution, though, is one I can stick with. The next time someone presents me with a shot of tequila after midnight and much sparkling wine, I will remember how I felt at 2:30 a.m. on January 1, 2010, and I will say, "Thanks, but hell no!"