Resolve—Not just for puppy accidents!

I want you all to know that I'm not doing resolutions this year. At least not the traditional kind, the kind in which I list all the things I resolve to change or do but really is the list of things I am highly unlikely to change or do. Everything seems possible when you're hopped up on a bottle and a half of Welch's Sparkling Cider.

Maybe it's because I'm not in an uber-positive mood this new year. Not that I'm negative. What I am, is hibernating. The bears have the right idea. By the time I've finally worked up the gumption to accomplish something, it's already dark out, ergo, too late to do anything but lie down on the couch and watch Netflix.

However, that's not to say I don't possess any resolve. I do, in fact. For three days straight now, I've washed and moisturized my face and brushed and flossed before bed. I haven't made a resolution to wash my face and floss every night. I have resolved to value taking care of myself. And not just because my teeth have begun falling out.