Fat chance…
I had some resolutions I crafted up in my head a few days ago, though I never got around to putting pen to paper (or fingertips to keyboard).
And then, in three days, THREE DAYS, I proceeded to break every. single. one. of. them.
I do have an excuse. A good one. A big one. Summed up in one word.
ORLANDO.
We made a trip to Florida for family festivities (a grandfather that turned 90, then celebrated his 65th wedding anniversary the next day). And since we were down here in Amusementparkland, we decided to take the kids to some parks and make a vacation out of it.
So, in three days, starting January 1, we hit SeaWord, Legoland, and Animal Kingdom.
And those resolutions I made?
KA-BOOM! Totally blew up in my face.
I mean, did I even stand a chance? Sure, my resolutions were cliche and standard, but really? I couldn’t make it a week? Usually I can make it at least 10 days before my resolutions collapse in a ball of disappointment.
It IS hard to stick to resolutions when you’re surrounded by huge crowds, clingy children, and sustaining yourself on a steady diet of churros.
What were my resolutions, you ask? In no particular order, they were:
• Gain more patience
• Get my head out of the feedbag and return to a normal amount of eating
• Be less batshit crazy
I’m hoping that there’s some type of grace period for resolutions when you’re not at home base once the new year starts. Like, what happens at Disney stays at Disney? Returning home provides some kind of second chance, a fresh start to the already fresh start of the new year.
At least, that’s what I’m going with for now. Can I restart these on Chinese New Year?
