Confessions and Their Matching Resolutions

Confession #1: When I was thirteen, I wanted to see Titanic oh-so-badly. And why, pray tell, did I want to see this movie? Not because every girl in junior high ranted and raved about it. Not because I had a thing for Leonardo DiCaprio. I wanted to see it because I felt tingles every time I watched the music video for "My Heart Will Go On." I thought Celine Dion was speaking to my soul and the movie would too. Good thing my musical taste improved with age.

Resolution #1: Do not voluntarily listen to any Celine Dion music. Ever. Hey, I figure I should give myself at least one resolution that would be a cinch to keep.

Confession #2: Every year since I can remember, I've made a goal related to writing or publishing. Sometimes both. I've never met these goals because I'm a big fat scaredy-cat. I fret about things being bad; silly soul that I am, I tend to forget bad things can always be re-worked.

Resolution #2: Follow through with writing/publish resolutions. And stop being such a ninny.

Confession #3: Last year, I thought hard about giving up chocolate and I even tried it for a while (giving it up, that is--not trying eat it), because if I eat too much of it, it causes me massive amounts of head pain. I failed miserably at the giving it up idea. In fact, I may have induced at least one headache because I'd repressed the chocolate urge for so long I couldn't help but binge. I know. I have no will power.

Resolution #3: Moderation in all things is a true principle. At least, I'm pretty sure it is. So I resolve to eat less chocolate this year than I did last year. Because I know what will happen if I resolve not to eat it at all. Bad, bad things (*shudder*).

Confession #4: I don't remember the last time I saw the dentist. That's saying something, especially since I have a rather good memory. I can remember all sorts of things from my freshman year of college, but I can't remember the last time I saw the dentist. This could be a) because it's been a while or b) because I hate dentists and am purposefully suppressing. I can tell you this much: in a couple of weeks, I'll have been employed in my current position for one year. I've not seen a dentist since I started work here. In fact, I'm pretty sure the last time I saw a dentist, I was a junior in college. Somewhere in there. That makes it 2 or 3 years.

Resolution #4: I will go to a dentist this year while I still have insurance. Some time soon, since one of my teeth has been killing me. (Not literally, of course, I don't mean that it's got a gun and a vendetta. It just hurts. A lot)

Confession #5: I update my blog more often than I e-mail my brother on a mission. Something about writing to a general audience, getting feedback, feeling online-ishly published, getting fun comments from people I've never met in person (but most of whom I'd like to meet in person someday) . . .

Resolution #5: I will send my brother e-mails. By copying and pasting some of the more pertinent blog entries. And modifiying the tenses to make it more personal.

Confession #6: My room gets so messy that I have dreams about my roommate dying of clutter when coming in to find a book or DVD.

Resolution #6: I will keep my room tidier. Or at least clear a path to the bookshelves.

Confession #7: There is exactly one person at work that I can't seem to get along with. Ever. Possibly because I took her job and do it better than her. Also possibly because she has all of the personality all of a brick wall. Or perhaps because people like me and are rather vocal about it.

Resolution #7: Stop gloating. And stop letting others gloat on my behalf.

Seven seems like a good number. A lucky one, even. So and seven confessions just seems like a good number.

Also, I don't want to tell you too much :)