The Best Resolution I Never Made

​​I have a dear friend, Shane.  We met when I went to work at my very first ever “real” job.  He’s brilliant and clever and the only person I’ve ever known who could have been a cast member on Saturday Night Live.  I love his colorful outlook on life and the fact that he told me I favored Martina McBride.

One post-holiday first day back at work, I’d stumbled to my desk ready for the barrage of obligatory questions about how my holidays were, where I went, did I make it out of town before the snow hit, etc.

This day, however, I was greeted by Shane, who leapt over to my desk like a gazelle.  I think Shane enjoyed his job more than I.  Or maybe Shane’s just a morning person.  He was always a day-maker, though, so I was happy to talk post-holiday shenanigans with him.

After our “Happy New Year!” greeting and quick catch-up session, the subject of resolutions arose.  I confessed to not making them because I never stuck to them anyway, and I always let myself down, so why bother.  Shane announced with a dramatic swing of his arm, as if he were delivering a line on a stage somewhere, that he was going to try to make his bed every day.  I don’t remember if I told him I thought this was a great idea or if I just filed it away in my brain, but the next morning, I made my bed.  And I have done so every single morning for the past 15 years.

I’ve told this story to a handful of friends over the years- one of whom heard it and told me later she adopted the habit as well.  Shane has no idea how many beds he has made all over the world.
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Sometimes I think we put too much pressure on ourselves by playing the lead role when we can accomplish just as much by being an understudy.  

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