New Year's Resolutions. Or my attempt at them, anyway.

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So, I think I make New Year's resolutions like every year and keep them never.  I can't say I take it that seriously so I'm mostly failing before I'm beginning.  I think it's in keeping with how I feel about New Year's Eve in general.  The whole night feels like such pressure to have fun that I mostly say screw it and go to bed before midnight.  Now, I didn't always do that, but I did it this year (and last) and I don't regret it one bit.  While the rest of you were nursing your hangovers, I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with a happy baby at 7 am.  No headache, no nausea... just 2013 looking me dead-in-the-eyes saying, "What now?!"  
So, what now, 2013?
I am tempted to make actual resolutions this year.  And this isn't a nod to you, New Year's Eve.  No, you still mostly suck.  But mostly to see if I can.  To challenge myself.  Let it be known that I'm not good at these things.  Call it a free spirit or call it lazy (probably the latter) but I don't do well with restrictions and rules.  So, I'm going to put these out there, just utter them into my blog post, and then we'll see what happens.  But I'm not making any promises.
I'd like to begin writing a book.  I'm all over the place with this one.  And honestly I don't see myself doing it (Geez Bridge!  Not a good start!).  But ever since I read Blue Like Jazz, I wanted to write something like that.  Something memoir-like, a little bit of a faith, and mostly ramblings.  Like this blog?
I want to learn more about photography.  And damn, I want to be so good at it.  I've wanted this for a long time and learned things along the way but not enough, not enough.  So, that.
I want to see if I can give up internet for a month.  But gosh darnit I don't see myself being able to give it up for a day.  How could I go a month?  SERIOUSLY HOW?  Kate did it, and Elizabeth's going to attempt it (no internet plus a whole slew of other things that make me hivey).  Bridget, however, is a slug who can barely comprehend 24 hours without the darn thing.  It makes me mad at myself, the thought that I can't, and maybe mad enough to try?
Play more board games with William and Lindsey.  I'm not going crazy, but like, once a week board games.  Clue, Sorry, things like that.  Cards too.  And since we don't have TV and I might give up internet for a month, I should have plenty of time on my hands.
Buy more underwear.  I'm a 28-year old lady.  There's no need for me to still be running out of underwear.  Though maybe this is more telling of how slowly I can get laundry done?  And in this same vein, throw away the underwear that is uncomfortable.  You know--the pairs you keep around for the days when all the good ones are gone.  I'm over them.  This shouldn't be too hard since my favorite underwear is at Target.  Target!
Oh, and to finish Les Miserables this year.  Really, even this month or next--come on, it's long.  Steve's sung its praises for years, and I have never read it.  It's about time I get on that train.  Cause, man, that is one heck of a story.
There they are.  I'm not going all out, obviously, but even these make my palms sweaty if I think too hard about them.  So let it be written, so let it be done?  Um, no.  But wish me luck anyway?
Are you a resolutions-maker?  A resolutions-keeper?
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