Every January 1, I make some kind of resolution, some way to make myself better. Usually it’s based on something that I can accomplish within the year’s time frame and hopefully adopt for the rest of my days. Nine times out of ten, I do a fairly decent job for about two months, and then things begin to slip. In late 2011, I realized that I was wearing the same pants over and over again despite having about ten pairs of black pants for work. Why wear the same four repeatedly? Because they were the ones on top of the pile of clear laundry to be ironed. Duh. So why keep the other six pair? Laziness probably, but who really knows. When January 1…