Mom always said, I was not OK, and I needed to improve a lot.
An imposed discipline, a forced regime, an apologetic promise were created to assure her, that I intended to be good.
The New Year Resolutions were framed and hung on the wall, to remind me of my inadequacies.
I can’t recall when Mom’s/ Boss’s voice became my inner voice, and I continued to rebel against myself.
Resolutions, like promises, are meant to be broken. After all, I’m OK.
Written for Patricia’s Place – In other words, resolution