I am a commitaphobe

That’s probably not a real word, but it really does exemplify who I am.  I can’t make commitments.  Everything you’ve read in this blog:  all the promises, pacts, lists, swears; all of them were never kept.  I see my pattern:  every once in awhile I am inspired, whether it is by another or through self-reflection, to do something.  I promises myself that I will follow through with said effort.  A few days later I lose steam and I break my promise.  In disappointment, I write about it here on my blog and swear myself to keep the promise.  A few days later I break the pact again.  Shit man, this is like blah blah blah Bush Administration.

The thing about tackling this stupid phobia is that I gotta commit myself to something wholly in order to exonerate myself.