My feedreader tells me that today means something.
It means a new beginning, a new year, a new end to the date on the checks I write every month, at least 17 of which I will screw up before March, and probably one more in June or something, when I’m not paying attention. In popular reckoning, it’s a new decade (thanks to our base-10 system) even if, to the people that make calendars and know things about math and whatever, the new decade doesn’t start until next year.
I’m not that into it.
I don’t typically make resolutions on New Years – there’s nothing special about Jan 1 that makes resolutions more likely to stick. In fact, in my experience, they’re /less/ likely to stick, since I come up with them arbitrarily to fulfill the need to have /something/ to say to the ubiquitous “so what’s your resolution for the new year?” question.
I refuse to make resolutions like “I will eat healthier” or “I will lose weight”. Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with those kind of resolution, but promises to better myself made in January – when I am inevitably in a mental lull and usually struggling against cold/damp induced pain flares – just aren’t a good idea for me. And really? I eat very well, and am at a healthy weight. I’m not the buff 19 year old martial-arts freak I was in college… but I also didn’t have to worry about overdoing it and not being able to walk/function the next day back then (and I do eat a whole lot better now than I did then).
So I don’t really do the resolution thing.
I’m not the kind of person that can pick one thing and do it for an extended period of time and be happy. I “binge” on projects, for lack of a better term. I get REALLY into something, and then kinda fizzle out after a few months. If it’s going to stand the test of time, I’ll go back to it (like letter writing and pen collecting and making music and writing), but frequently I flit from project to project – and I’m usually pretty happy that way.
I could make resolutions about blogging more here (where my subject matter isn’t as limited), or about writing more – both collaborative and independently – or about keeping up with friends and finding new penpals and reading more books and not spending all my money on pens and paper, and drawing mandalas and keeping myself disciplined about spiritual and meditative things (and I think you get the idea) but… well, I don’t know that I’d keep any of them, and I don’t know that making them would do any good towards keeping them anyway.
As such, since it’s new years and apparently this is what I’m expected to do (even if I can rant about how new year’s resolutions kinda make me want to poke myself in the eye) I think I’ll make the following resolution:
I will do the things I love, focus on the people that matter, and spend my time on the things I know I will continue to be interested in.
It’s not about pens or writing or games or finding a job or writing a book or blogging or … really anything. But it works, I think, for one addled writer in Texas – or at least I hope it will.
And for everyone who reads this blog (or my other blog) I hope the following, in the words of Someone Famous, who has no idea who I am, but who has an undeniable way with words.
…I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.
– Neil Gaiman