I was supposed to go be social tonight, and I didn’t. I was going to go to a karaoke bar on the other side of town… I had planned to go, and initially I had wanted to go. But later this afternoon, as i was watching the sun set behind the mountains from my condo and it was gorgeous, being here with my cat and making jewelry out of some gorgeous Czech beads I recently bought, the idea of me waiting in gruesome traffic to go somewhere only to have to make small talk with a bunch of strangers simply didn’t seem appealing. So that is a fail on one of my resolutions. I haven’t used my rowing machine at all this week because I can’t get past how unbelievably boring it is. Of course, there are many, many other types of workouts I could do if I had any self-discipline whatsoever… but I simply don’t want to. Workouts suck and the people who do them suck even more. Sorry, but that has been my experience many times. As for showing compassion, I really am trying, and I think I’ve been pretty patient with people at work this past week. But it’s been a long, rough week for sure. I feel like a terrible person for failing at my resolutions. Ugh.

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