I have set hundreds of preposterous goals in my life with a better than average ATTAINMENT:FAILURE quotient. I think it’s due to my parents tacitly instilling a “you-can-achieve-anything-you-really-set-your-mind-to” attitude somewhere in my impressionably young, subconscious mind. I learned to fly, (if you jump from the top of the stairs of your two-story duplex and land without serious injury…multiple times…that’s flying), I’m certain I was the first Jew to become Captain of the Noble School Safety Patrol, (Google, however, was not helpful in verifying this claim), I received top grades throughout my schooling with very little study or any cheating that I can recall, (though I do have a rather selective memory), I excelled in sports, maintained a level several ticks above social outcast, and I’m in the sixtieth year of a career doing the thing I love the most, blogging, making music. But New Year’s Resolutions? I don’t get it. I mean, doesn’t everybody question their own shit every day? If we weren’t all constantly making micro-corrections to our skill sets and general behavior, wouldn’t we all be in the same traffic jam on the 405 screaming at each other for texting, script-reading or conference calling while driving, (or in this particular instance, idling motionlessly in mind-numbing immobility)? The New Year’s Resolution is pointless, way too stressful, and a self-defeating path to failure. Don’t do it! If you really feel compelled to do something just because it’s a New Year, hug somebody you haven’t hugged before, take five minutes of time that you would be thinking about yourself and think of someone else, compost something, play some jazz that you actually bought, send somebody a letter instead of an email or text…be nice.