I’m not big on New Year’s resolutions. They’re as effective as a Band-Aid to the ski-jump guy: They won’t fix anything, nor will they have meaningful or lasting effects. Nevertheless, my New Year’s resolution is to propose some resolutions. Here goes:

  • I won’t get up before breakfast anymore. I’m sorry. It’s just not worth it.
  • I’ll eat more gluten. I know it causes everything from carbuncles to bunions, from dandruff to excessive ear hair. But more people stopped eating gluten in 2014 than in all of history. Where did it get us? Was there any less bellyaching last year? No. If gluten abstinence won’t reduce the number of crybabies in the world, it’s not worth taking seriously.
  • I’m getting more Road Rage. If some jamoke gets in the left lane on I-95 in Florida to prep for a left-hand exit in Maine, drives 45 mph the whole way, and stacks up traffic down the entire east coast, he deserves some righteous indignation.
  • I may not shave every day. Since stubble became chic, high maintenance isn’t worth the effort. I have a lifetime supply of replacement cartridges for my Gillette Mach III razor. I have a shaving mug with one of those boar-bristle brushes. I have sensitive-skin after shave (even though I’m a tough guy). But shaving will be a game-time decision.
  • I’m not going to renew my gym membership. Leonard Mannheim, one of my college professors, was 83 years old when he taught me. He was more vital than I was. I asked him how he could be so vigorous at his age. He said, “I do now what I’ve done my whole life: Every time I feel the urge to exercise, I lie down till it goes away.” Done.
  • I’m going to stop wearing a watch. Chicago covered this in 1969, the same year Peter Fonda symbolically pitched his watch in the dust. There’s no need to go over it again. ‘Nuff said.
  • I’ll avoid illness like the plague. Under Obamacare, I may or may not have to pay a penalty for coverage I may or may not have, depending on what time it is. See #6.
  • I won’t use Tweetdeck, HootSuite, Tweetie, Twitchy, Itchy, Scratchy, Sneezy, Dopey, Doc or any other tools for my social media accounts. I can only be neurotic about one or two things at a time. So, social media will take a back seat to reading more books, watching remastered editions of Three Stooges shorts, and keeping my nostrils appropriately excavated.

As the saying goes, we only come this way once. But the calendar just gave us another bite at the apple, another shot at the proverbial brass ring. Your dream is yours to cherish and to realize. If you haven’t done it yet, maybe 2015 is your year. Give it a shot. The only bad dreams are the ones we ignore.

Whatever you do — with or without your own resolutions — have a Happy New Year.

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