At the beginning of this year, I didn’t intentionally make a resolution about avoiding McDonald’s restaurants. Those type of pledges never work. And yet, a few weeks into January I realized I hadn’t yet gone to any MickeyD’s, and I didn’t miss it, either.
After a series of months where I stayed away from all of their stores, and then posted a picture of one selected location on the last day of the month, I understand now that I’ve cured myself. I don’t need their food, their drinks, and their presence in my life. If ever I go to one of their restaurants again, I’ll admit defeat here. But until then, I’ll get along just fine.