Each year, I make a New Year's resolution. And each year, I follow through with the resolution for a few weeks. Perhaps a month.
And then I rationalize the resolution away.
This year, I am going to be a doubter. I have accepted so much over the years, that this year I am going to doubt almost everything.
The menu states that the entrée is Vegan, I am going to do some chemical assays, looking for meat proteins. If I read about a train wreck in the next town, I am going to call the news desk to confirm. If Anonymous says I am a dirty bird, I will sniff to ensure I don't have body odor. I will be a super-duper doubter.
When I read about an economic recovery, I am going to act like Missouri and say, "Show Me."
When a doctor places me on another medication, I am going to ask for the literature, showing double blind studies.
But then I wonder. I just wonder. If I ask my husband, "Do I look fat in this?" Do I really want to doubt him? When I see something that could be awe-inspiring, do I want to think of rational explanations which are less inspiring?
I will give it a month.
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