There’s only so much a girl can change. Perhaps I am growing old. Except that college kids keep mistaking me for their people, so possibly I am not growing old correctly. All the same, I refuse to give up my purple hair or my gratuitous cursing.
Anyway.
Each year, I look around at the flurry of resolutions, leave-it-in-the-last-year lists, and ambitious new goals, and I think, how much of this can apply to me? What can I do better? It seems like the kind of thing you’re supposed to write a blog about. But the answer this year is not much. I am already going full tilt.
I am in physical therapy, trying to build strength. I am still learning a new musical instrument to the best of my dexterity. I’m as politically active as I can get. I wrote a new book last year, and I’ll write a new book this year. I’ve made all the dietary adjustments one can make in the pursuit of good health.
I think, generally, the idea is to look at the ways in which you kind of suck and improve upon them. I’ve hit a wall there. The things that would improve me — more energy, more time, less cyclical Flowers for Algernon-ing due to medications and vitamin deficiencies — are outside my power.
I don’t think any of this is so bad. I can’t fly, either. Everyone lives with their limitations. I’ve tried busting mine, and mostly I just get my havoc wrecked when I do that, so I’ve learned to knock it off.
And I’ve already got a lot of things to work on. Concrete things I can do. Things I will do, slowly, over the course of the year. This is the list:
- Finish one new novel
- Walk all the way around Central Park without fainting or falling
- Run for an office within NYC DSA
And that’s it. Everything else is ongoing, or incidental, or allowed to fall by the wayside.
Happy 2018, everyone.
New book…new book…new book! No pressure 😜
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Good writing!!!
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