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Prompts for the New Year

Looking for good new year's resolutions? In high school, I had these taped to my closet doors. Some kind of inspiration?

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  1. Yeah... I think three attainable goals is a good limit for myself. I may end up a wee bit overwhelmed with such a list as that.
    So how'd you do with those resolutions years back? Good on all of them? :-)

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  2. Agreed. The first three overwhelmed me... and there were so many more! You used to be so much more spiritual! Wherever did you go wrong?

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  3. go wrong?? just 'cause i'm not a puritanical calvinist anymore... :P

    you'll see me 2009 resolutions tomorrow. usually it takes me till may or june to write up my resolves, but blogger has inspired me to punctuality. for the sake of my readers.

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  4. Are you guilt-ridden, by chance?

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  5. guilt-ridden... yes. always. but i am also guilty.

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