Every month begins with a new set of resolutions. It's depressing to see how many of them are the just carried forward from a previous month with an extra (somewhat desperate) emphasis on the 'I WILL'. Because despite our best efforts, people are predictable in that we want change to happen to us, but we don't really want to change.
One day I will magically open my eyes in the morning to a better, thinner, nicer me. I turn around and there's Mr. Perfect (and Mr. Perfectly-in-love-with-me), possibly with chocolate in one hand and flowers in the other. Okay, that picture brings up an instant gag reflex so lets insert big-warm-smile and tickets to a grand-adventure-travel-destination into this picture instead. Point is, he's there, and he's not going anywhere (no matter what provocation I may or may not give him). I walk out of the room into my beautiful, sunny house and plan my day. I only do the work I love, and that also in a quantity that I'm happy with. There is no evil boss to dictate my life. Oh, and have I mentioned that happily-hanging on the wall of my study is my PhD degree?
Instead I wake up to a million things undone, a desperate new-old set of resolutions and a frantic worry about when I'll get done with the never-ending work in time to work on the PhD applications. My mailbox has many emails from evil boss that makes me think that weekend-work is inevitable. The love-life is dismal, and to add to the complexity Mr. Rebound has just informed me of the unsatisfactory (and kinda-really-sucky) 'rules' of a non-relationship, via SMS. Who the hell has (un)meaningful and (non)relationship defining conversations via text-messages?
New resolution for the month: find a new rebound. This time, choose better.