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What a year 2019 was! However cliché resolutions sounded, I made them in 2018. You kinda do these things subconsciously, you just avoid calling them that word… re… yes that word.

But let’s call them plans. And by the way, Y’all better stop acting as though this wasn’t the in thing a couple of years back when you actually looked cool making them.

So in my quest trying to keep up with times, I made resolutions almost every year. But on this particular year, things were different. I read somewhere that failing to plan is planning to fail.

I’d later realise you can actually plan and fail seriously, and can just flow without plan and that doesn’t automatically attract failure.

Someone just sat down and decided those words sit pretty in the same sentence, nothing deep.

Question is just how many resolves I actually managed to keep. So? Oh yes, so I just counted them on my left hand’s fingers and guess what? I didn’t need all the fingers.

Then I realised— this year (it might have taken a while, but the point’s home now).  This planning for the year thing is a jinx, issa curse people!

The moment you put that resolve word before whatever plan you have for the year, you’re doomed. At least, I realised those words come with a certain craving (ahoo! to pregnant women in the house) to do the exact opposite of whatever resolve.

But don’t just take my words for it. So this certain year, I planned to eat healthier. You know, cut off some things that weren’t good for me.  I almost made it to the end of the week.

Over the years the harder I tried losing weight, the more I gained it. Then I realised just how powerless I was about some of these things I was advised to avoid, hmm this beer!  My serious kryptonite.

Another year I decided since these diet plans were just not my thing, exercise should and would do. So I subscribed to this gym a few metres from home. It should be easy, right?

Yeah, I was so psyched up at first that I even had a gym partner, well, for some weeks, two weeks I guess.

Months later, I learned from a watchie that ‘my’ gym had closed. Yani I was so irrelevant they didn’t notify me where or when they moved.

This year, I’ll let things flow with conviction that it won’t get bumpy along the way.

But if I was to make any plans, I’m sure I’d keep, it would be to stock up as much castle light (rare brand in most joints) as I can get my hands on. I know I have a good shot at keeping that one.

But I made one so far, to ‘never ever make resolutions’, I’ll sure keep this one!