My Last New-Yearís Resolution
Each year I promise myself that I wonít cast aspersions on the sordid business of New-Yearís Resolutions and each year I write about New-Yearís Resolutions. This is the last year Iíll write about New-Yearís Resolution.
For about a week now not a single newspaper has been able to print an edition without at least one, and sometimes two, articles about why New-Yearís Resolutions are good/bad/indifferent to you.
Hereís my take:-
Any New-Yearís Resolution is absolutely pointless. Hereís how you can prove it to yourself: Dig out you current list and your past three lists (if you still have them) and examine them carefully. If you donít make written lists (Shame On You!) write one down, now, then come back here.
I bet you a free lunch at any Franís Restaurant in Toronto that thereís not a single item on your list that you promised yourself youíd do that had to wait until January 1st to implement.
Losing weight? If losing weight is good for you, why wait until January 1st? Start losing weight TODAY!
Exercising more? If exercising is good for you, why wait until January 1st? Start losing weight TODAY!
Drinking less alcohol? If drinking less alcohol is good for you, why wait until January 1st? Start losing weight TODAY!
Drinking more water? If drinking more water is good for you, why wait until January 1st? Start losing weight TODAY!
Being nicer towards strangers? If being nicer towards strangers is good for you, why wait until January 1st? Start losing weight TODAY!
Writing less about the stupidity of resolutions that take effect on the first of January? If Writing less about the stupidity of resolutions that take effect on the first of January is good for me, why should I wait until January 1st? Start writing less about the stupidity of resolutions that take effect on the first of January TODAY!
There! Iíve said it!
I was touched by the use of the word ďhideĒ in this context. It conjured up images of hunters trying to hide the head of a lion they had killed in Africa.
And that conjured up images of how easy it must be to hide the head of a lion on a private jet that screams in from Africa and lands at the Little Fiddling-Swamp airport in one of the fifty states of the USA, or at Sleepy-Creek airport in one of the Canadian provinces or at ...
And that made me wonder about just what proportion of lion heads travel on a regular airline flight and what proportion of hunters who are rich enough (or work for big corporations) use their corporate jet and take off for three weeks and charter a safari and ...
And as usual Iíve done the mathematics for you:-
(1)†5,647 LIONS per decade
(2)†565 LIONS per WEEK
(3)†1.6 lions per day, or 2.2 lions per business day (corporate perquisite anyone?)
We can call it TWO LIONS PER DAY INTO THE US without any shame (on us calling it that).
But we donít know about the Jumbucks, Springboks, Deer, and so on.
Bambis of the world are bamboozled again.