She Stands, Resolute

Deborah sat, staring at the paper she held with her soft hands, “2012- Resolutions” carefully scripted across the top of the page.  She slowly began to survey the list she had before her.  This wasn’t a yearly tradition for Deborah, she just happened across the list while cleaning out one of her desk drawers.  “Let’s see how I did!” she thought, a little excitedly.  Never did it cross her mind that if she didn’t already know how well she kept her resolutions, then she did not keep her resolutions.

There were the typical ones: “Go to the gym everyday”- that ended before January did.  “Get skinnier”- nope, she weighed the same.  “Get engaged”- she probably should get a boyfriend first. 

Her eyes then settled on the last item on the list: “Be Nicer”.  “How is that even count as a resolution?” She grew angry: at the list, at herself, or whatever version of herself it was that wrote this list last year.  “That one’s not even measurable!!”

With every passing heartbeat, she grew more and more upset.  “That’s it!  I was not able to keep a single resolution, nor do I care to anymore.  I’m not making any new resolutions this year or any year for that matter.”  She was determined, resolved, resolute.  “Dammit.  I guess I just made one.”