Singing in the Shower

Resolutions are funny things. We're in week two and I haven't even managed to keep a single one of them! So now the guilt of this creeps in. Who would have thought that singing in the shower would be so hard? But as one who always thinks and plans one's day in the shower, switching to singing and being light hearted about soaping my legs and back is a whole change for me. Even if I remind myself to sing one minute before I step under the spray of water, I still forget! After two weeks, I've only managed it once so far. How pathetic is that?

So of course, all these failed resolutions are making me morose and moody. I want to snap everyone's head off. I have zero tolerance and even less patience with anything and anyone in my current state. So to avoid blowing up on anyone, I close in on my self – bury myself in my books and avoid all human contact. This worked better when I lived by myself. When living with other people. Silence usually makes them uncomfortable and leads them to prod you, thus annoying you further and the vicious cycle continues. Agh!

I'll snap out of it. I just need to remember where I misplaced my joy. Oh help.