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Last year I was tired of the me I was.

So I set resolutions. Just like every other year.

I was going to be better. I was going to love more. I was going to be different... no more old, nasty me.


I was going to chase all my wildest dreams. No fear was allowed to hold me back.

I was going to travel to new places. 

I was going to experience new, exciting things. 

Lose all that weight. Eat completely healthy. Read my Bible five times a day. Pray every second. Be a friend to everyone. Find true love. Give to twenty missions.

It was also the year I was going to take the most selfies, posted with false quotes to inspire millions!!!! #Selfielover

I was going to become the me I've always wanted to be.

And, so what happened???

I succeeded!!!! 

Guys, I'm now perfect!!!!!!!!!!

I can now be proud of the me I am.

I accomplished all my New Year Resolutions for 2017. And, boy, do I feel wonderful... except what do I do this year around?

Image may contain: 1 person, smiling, standing and outdoorI'm so perfect I can't make any more resolutions. ;/

I mean... what can I change about me, now?

A whole year of work... and now I'm stuck in perfection. Forever.

It's actually a depressing thought. Except I don't get depressed anymore.

Well, after much thought I have finally realized what I must do.

I must take a regress year.

It's not right to be this perfect, to have no room left to resolve me. So, I will back slide a little. 

I'll be a little less kind. 

A little less me.

That way in 2019 I'll have something to work toward again! 

2018 is my irresolution year!!!

I'm so happy :) Maybe you'd like to join me, if you too met all your resolutions? 

Here's to irresolutions! 

I do hope that you caught on that this is satire. My regular post is still scheduled for Wednesday! Can't wait to see you all then :D 

Here are some other posts I wrote for previous New Years:


  1. Ok though this one made me laugh Keturah xD


  3. First off, your blog and you are absolutely awesome, Keturah!!!

    Second, this post is so great!!!!!!!! :D :D

  4. It took me a second to catch on, but I got the satire!! NICE <3


    1. My satire tends to be very serious ;0 Thanks :D

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    1. I seem to have that affect on people often 😂

  6. Haha, nice! I thought you were going to head the opposite way (that you hadn't achieved and that was okay), but once I caught on to the satire, I chuckled to myself the whole post through. Gotta love your humor. ;)


    1. Lol... I actually achieved a lot last year 😂😂 I’m definitely for productivity... which is why I’m against resolutions ðŸĪŠ Thanks!! Love sharing my humor 🙃😁


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