I have a rule about clothes: with a few exceptions, if I haven't worn it in two years, I get rid of it. When I logged on tonight, I noticed that my last post was from late-January 2009--looks like I'm pushing the two-year rule on this blog. Which brings me to the motivation for logging on tonight--a resolution to write, hopefully every day.
New Years resolutions are fraught with conflicting emotions. Some people hate them and don't make them. Many of us make them, but never keep them. I imagine that only the most disciplined among us truly keep to their goals. Sometimes I feel that September, with it's end-of-summer, back-to-school, pencils-sharpened, shiny-new-school-shoes feeling, is a more true "new year" than just the flip of the calendar. But nonetheless, we mark our lives in terms of calendar years, not school years, and so here I am, thinking about the past year and the coming year and what I can do to live a better life. Or at least, a life that is more true to who I think I am and who I think I want to be.
2010 was a tougher year than most for me, and brought changes that I didn't want and changes that forced me to throw away some ways of living and ideas about my future I thought were sure. But lately I've also wondered if over the last several years I'd also, inadvertently, thrown away some of the things I had that made me ME. So my resolution for 2011 is to be ME again. To visit friends near and far, cook a real dinner, go to yoga and Mass, to read the book, see the play, go to the opera, to have the Ladies over to play mahjong, go to the lecture, listen to music, to finish that DIY project for my home, watch the baseball game, find a way to volunteer. And to write about it all and hope that maybe some of you read this and follow along this year with me.
Cheers!
