[Bake and freeze, for those days when life is too hard to make toast.]
When January 1 was just a glimmer on the horizon, I started thinking about making some resolutions--something I don't usually make, but I felt up to it this year. I'm turning 40, why not resolve to do something to improve my life, or better yet, some things? I spent a few weeks toying with ideas, but I didn't want to make any resolutions that were going to set me on a sure course to fail. If there's one thing I've learned in all these years as a human, it's that failing myself doesn't feel good.
I did not resolve to exercise three times a week, or to go on a diet, or to read 52 books this year. I did resolve, however, to eat breakfast every day.
