Today I would very much like to sit in Pease Park alone and think up and write out some resolutions. I've never really made any, let alone kept them. And this may be superstitious and silly, but maybe this year would have worked out had I taken care of a few resolutions, just maybe. It's cold out, and I do hate the cold, but that's just too bad, I'm going out anyway. And upon the entrance of the new year, I'm going to see a fortune teller to find out what lays in store for the year. Then I'll edit and play around with my resolutions a bit more to accommodate the coming months.
I think this is a good plan.