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A New Year, but not a New Me

Every New Year, right around my birthday, I start telling myself how I'm going to do better this year. I'm going to be a better person this year. I'm going to be more patient with my kids. I'm going to stop cussing—especially in traffic or when a patrolman pulls me over (in my defense, the rental car I drove last week was a Dodge Charger). I tell myself I'm going to be kinder to strangers—even the Internet ones. I'm going to stop screaming at the next door neighbors' dogs that bark incessantly. I'm going to laugh more and complain less. I'm going to read a good book instead of going down sad rabbit holes regarding government corruption. (Not surprising is the fact I'm currently reading Ed Snowden's book on... government corruption lol). I've been repeating these promises for so many years and it seems no matter how much I want them to "work" each year —they just don't. I want to be a better example for my kids. I can't b

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