much ado about nothing.

at least for now, i think i'm done with the business of making new year's resolutions. the resolution of any day could work fine, if not better, with less of its cousin's inflated importance and imminent hand-wringing and moping upon failure. the time i set myself to achieve something is kind of commensurate with the angst i subject myself to, self-flagellation in its purest form, upon getting result of no result. perhaps resolutions infuse spurts of willpower in moments of temptation but simply, it boils down to telling yourself: this is what i want to do. and then do it.