Our New Year’s Eve was lackluster. I read my 2012 written journal, which reminded me of several events I had already forgotten.
We didn’t even open the sparkling wine. We watched the ball drop in Times Square (Someone turned off Star Wars long enough to view it). We said happy new year to each other, and called it ’2013′ even though it was 10PM local time. I think I fell asleep around 1120PM. Heighho the glamorous life.
Like a lot of folks, I make New Year’s resolutions, for I am always interested in self improvement (It is my profession after all). With the exception of expanding my vocabulary, the other nine resolutions of 2012 were not met. In psychiatry this is called ‘a failed treatment plan’.
Most are about eliminating bad habits, like eating too fast, and picking at my scalp as I ponder.
One of the them I shall leave blank lest my family is reading this, but I am determined to make this one happen.
The resolution to “Read more books” was a failure. It is high time I put down Mr. Forbe’s time sucking devices and attend to the book pile gathering dust. I never thought I would live to see the day this dire state is so!
I still want to achieve them, despite my shortcoming. I will change the header to ‘2013’ and figure out where I bungled. Main problem: I did not have them in list form readily viewable to remind me what I am striving to accomplish.
I am half tempted to add several more to the existing nine, but Rome wasn’t built in a day and Spo isn’t going to obtain apotheosis in a year’s time.
In my defense I am more focused when Someone is talking, and I managed to gain some bulk, if not lose weight. The proposal not to smoke more than one cigar at a time was easily met. I’ve kept it every year since I was seven.