"This year, I'm going to eat more waffles."
"No more goofing off with bachelor's degrees; I'm going to live by my wits, hidden in Yellowstone National Park!"
"Tomorrow, I'm going to finally start that novel about the waitress who wins the lottery, only to discover she's a long-lost but not forgotten Romanian princess being hunted by her obsessed but endearingly eccentric great uncle."
I'm sure we've all made similar or identical promises to ourselves on New Year's Eve. In fact, to enforce just how serious we really are, we call them "resolutions." But early February finds us as we always were, surrounded by unfinished projects, neglected promises and hearts full of shame. Yet, we continue to fool ourselves this way, conjuring big dreams and mustering meager follow-throughs.
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