I was watching the firework displays in the different cities around the world and I couldn’t help but think of those resolutions we so glibly make. They’re a bit like fireworks – brief and beautiful illuminations, then, gone as quickly as they appeared. Sad, very sad. I just don’t make them any more. Call me cynical if you like, but that’s the way I feel about them.
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