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Reflections on Resolutions
A birthday is in many ways a new year — at least for the person experiencing it! I rather like my mid-January birthday (which happens to be today), because I’ve gotten through the hoopla of New Year’s and its resolutions with enough time to see whether or not they were the right ones to make — and whether I’m on track to actually fulfilling them.
I didn’t make any this year. New Year’s Day, to be honest, was something of a blur. I was too busy managing pain — and expectations — around the arm I’d broken just before Christmas. So perhaps now my birthday can stand in!
I have a list. I always have a list. I’m not one of those persons waiting for age-related dementia to kick in: I’ve always known that, in my world, if it isn’t written down, it doesn’t exist. I once walked into a sociology class completely oblivious to the fact that it was my turn to make a presentation. I made the presentation (it was an easy class, and I read a lot and can think on my feet), but later thought, “Hmm. Maybe I would have avoided the panic if I’d actually known this was the day.”
As Arsenio Hall used to say, “Things that make you go hmm.”
So naturally I have a list. Goals. Broken down by month. It looks a little daunting, to tell the truth. Feeling already that I’m a little bit behind. Catching up on projects I needed to do in December.
