It's a bit more than eight hours into 2008, and I'm suffering from the same overconsciousness that I experience every year. The first toast of the New Year... the first meal of the New Year... the first new knitting project... television show... bowel movement... drive... somehow the fact that I had to open a new Page-a-Day calendar means that everything is more significant.
It's funny that I play this game with myself, because I don't make New Year's resolutions. They typically feel, to me, procrastinative and arbitrary. I'm of a tendency to, once I've identified an area of myself that needs changing, launch into change immediately. I was almost embarrassed, last year, by the fact that my decision to lose weight happened to coincide with the end of the holidays. I felt so bandwagon and unoriginal; I almost waited an extra month just to avoid the me-toos, but then I realized that would be ridiculous and arbitrary in its own right. (And I lost 40 pounds in a year, so yeah, I am proud of it.)
So, no resolutions this year, but all the same the magic of starting a new calendar and mis-writing the date for several weeks has caught my attention. Change is not always good, as anyone who has driven in mid-Big-Dig Boston can attest, but there's something about the newness of a fresh year that sparks our tired, post-celebratory brains. It's just another Tuesday in another week, but it's 2008! It's shiny and sparkly and new! Whatever will we do? The possibilities are endless!
Happy, peaceful, safe and pleasant New Year to all!
I've resolved to make no more resolutions. They never stick anyway.
Posted by: Mrs. Chicky | January 01, 2008 at 08:12 PM