So the year starts and our minds, freshly unhungovered (or, in my case, fresh off an excellent night’s sleep, as I was lame and did not stay up to send 2011 on its merry way) turn to attempting to start the year off right. A friend recently commented on Facebook about the beehive-like buzz of activity at the local gym: how the people who resolved to become leaner and more taut and sexy and thin crowd the gym and don’t ask for help when using the equipment.
When you don’t ask for help, you are bound to fail. And so the cycle of the resolutions starts: you start off with good intentions but do not avail yourself of help. You hurt or overtax yourself. The resolution –not you, never you– becomes the enemy.
You stop. You fail.
If you read this, I need your help. Help me keep blogging. I blog for myself, but, let’s face it: I hope someone will read it, too. That’s where you come in. If you read, say hello! Tell me you think I’m clever and witty; also, feel free to tell me I suck, if that’s your opinion. Entreat me to visit your blog. Tell me I sound like I should be writing with a quill pen. Tell me whiny entitled lady-rantings don’t appeal to you. Tell me this blog makes me look fat. Tell me my pictures are either gorgeous, or that they suck.
But for the love of the people tearing ligaments as we speak at the local gym, please: I ask you to help me stay motivated in this whole writing bit. Say something!
PS: Behold the beauty of my favicon! (A favicon is the little logo you see next to the URL in the address bar.)