This past New Year's, I did something I thought to be very wise. Instead of coming up with my usual list of self-promises and goals for the new year, I decided to scratch the list all together and pick only ONE resolution. I could easily handle ONE resolution, I reasoned, and thereby achieve a 100% success rate in the New Year (for comparison, I average a 23.4% success rate). Normally my efforts are spread over 8-10 resolutions, and consequently none of them get the attention they deserve. With only one challenge on my plate, there's no way I could fail. My single, carefully chosen resolution was simple, clearly defined, and easy to accomplish - and it would dramatically improve my life. It was, in fact, the perfect New Year's resolution.
All I had to do was floss my teeth.
I bought two cases of dental floss on January 1st, eager to start feeling like one of those self-motivated types who actually get things done. Well, last night I found them at the bottom of a bag on my floor, still in their original package.
What happened? Am I really such a miserable failure that I can't even handle one measly little resolution? I promptly tore open the package and began to floss immediately. In my haste to make up for months of negligence, I kept jabbing the string against my gums, causing them to bleed in three places. But I did it damnit. And guess what? I'm gonna do it again tonight.
Thank you for reading. I hope my story will inspire you to take a hard look at your own goals in life and realize that it's never too late for bloody gums.