The reason I live alone is choice and circumstance. Which is to say, there is no reason. It just happened, and I did nothing to change it (mostly because it suits me and Iím content with it).
Itís not that I donít have a lot of support from my family, and some very good friends. You donít have to tell me how lucky I am in that department. Alone? Yes. Lonely? Once in a while, sure, but my people take care of me, above and beyond any obligation on their part.
But obviously, there are ways my life can be better, and itís mostly in my own hands. Thatís why I make the same resolutions every new year. Why itís so hard for me to keep them is another question, but I start with all good intentions. Every single time.
So here we go again: Iím going to take better care of myself, and Iím going to make an effort to get more out of my life. Thatís as specific as I care to get, at least here in a public forum. My intentions arenít all that specific anyway; itís like beauty (and pornography) — I know it when I see it. Iím taking a reactive approach this time around. In 365 days, Iíll let you know how well that has worked out for me.
What it comes down to is making better decisions. In fact, thereís my resolution: make better decisions.