Last night while propped up in front of Marc’s teeny television watching Dick Clark sound out his annual countdown, we went around the room and talked about our new year’s resolutions. I couldn’t think of anything. Dave, similarly, said there really wasn’t anything he wanted to change. Upon which Brian chimed in, “How about your face?”
Luckily, I don’t want to change my face this year–hopefully I’ll never want to change my face. I don’t believe in plastic surgery or that kind of drastic beauty upkeep. Keep those needles away unless they’re under my armpits.
I’ve always believed in resolutions. Those who don’t believe in them seem to be the same people (this is just my perspective) who dilly-dally through life. Resolutions happen to be at the beginning of the year, but just like all else…it’s merely a matter of goal-setting. You set goals to achieve them. And if you make them just to break them, well, that’s your problem. I’ve made new year’s resolutions for as long as I can remember and usually did a good job of achieving them.
But ironically, I can’t think of any resolutions this year. I am perfectly happy. There isn’t anything I want. I guess a relationship would be great. Someone texted: I wish you a year of joy and a boy! But I love being by myself. After getting out of bed, I transported myself to Paris for brunch at Cafe de la Presse on Bush and Grant. With the hullaballoo from last night with NYE, I had such a good time solo, people-watching, writing in my journal, and eating pommes frites. Extra ketchup, please. I have all the boys I need with Dominic to run around after, Marc to complain to, and my Dad to drink with. I am all set!
Over Christmas, my Dad insisted that I have an open bar for my wedding. I said, “Dad, we don’t have to wait for my wedding. We can have an open bar whenever you want. You just let me know.”
I don’t have last year’s resolutions on me. They are housed on my work computer from back when I used to take my laptop home every day. I recall working out, praying…gosh, that’s all I remember. I’ll have to make sure I achieved them. Nothing of that sort this year. I’ve gotten rid of my gym membership. I’m over it. I think I’m pretty healthy whether or not I work out. It just runs in my blood. So I am calling it quits in favor of reading more and writing more. I’ll do another writing class. Maybe a dog is in the future. I swear when I find the right doggy, I’ll just know and everything will fall into place.
But otherwise I’m looking forward to a year of travelling probably again to South America!, enjoying boxed seat season tickets to the ballet which is celebrating its 75th year, reading, writing, and spending time with the people I love.