What I learned about Resolutions

The first time I met ‘karma’ was when I threw a pile of washed clothes into my cupboard and they fell back on me. 

Since then, we’ve met on more occasions than I care to recount. 

One day, as I stood in front of my clothes, missing the one and only pant that could match the single available ironed kurta, I decided the time had come. The time was right to become a better me. 

The truth of the matter is, once the immediate crisis passes off, so does the resolve.

Another time we met, 'karma' said I told you so. This was when I lost a piece of jewelry, handed to me by my mother. Distraught, I searched every nook and corner until I remembered that I had, much against my better judgement hidden some things in a most unlikely spot, almost a year ago.

I went back to that spot, there it was. 

Once again, I resolved never to hide it in mysterious places again but... the spot was truly brilliant. My habit of getting almost hallucinatory about tiny things I might lose wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.

So clearly, the resolution wasn't going to work. Ever.

The resolve was at odds with my very nature. 

A thrower of things should resolve for perfect aim, a hider of things in mysterious places should resolve to remember their squirrel space.

Resolutions are the should-be's we want to make our lives perfect but