But I don't want that to spoil my first few days, at least. And my last few days of break. And since I didn't finish reading the book I told myself I'd finish yesterday, I think I'll post some of my New Year's Resolutions.
(As a side note: why do they call them "resolutions?" You've resolved to do something, yes, but you rarely get around to them. So aren't they more under the category of, "Promises I Only Intended to Keep?")
Anyways. I hope to:
- Finish at least half of my TBR pile. (The whole pile is numbering close to fifty, now.)
- Paint my room over. (It's my little sister's old room, and the most atrocious yellow color. Also, she left a few foul-mouthed messages written across them.)
- Get my driver's license. (I've only got my learner's permit right now.)
- Turn 18 years old in April. (That one should be easy to keep.)
- Graduate in June. (Also easy. I'm pretty much guaranteed it at this point, as long as I keep showing up to school.)
- Work on my knitting. (As in, at least every week. Right now, it's looking pretty sad.)
- Work on clay. (Something I've always wanted to do, but now that I have clay and space to work with it, I find myself reluctant to start.)
- Put up some puzzles. (I have half a dozen of them sitting around my room.)
This seems like a rather paltry list, and doesn't even include my writing resolutions, but it towers over me with all the menace of Cerberus.* I'm not used to proactively doing things for myself. I read a book, I wait for someone to order me to do chores. Watch some documentaries on TV. I barely even do my homework for myself.
Which is why I've set the threshold so low. Some puzzles, working with clay, turning 18 years old. Though, really, these are all big milestones. At 18, I'm officially an adult. Officially Not a Child Anymore. And I have an entire lifetime in which I have to proactively do things for myself. So I've got to get a head start a few months beforehand.
This post seems rather serious to me, for a day we're all supposed to be celebrating. There are no exclamation points, no smilie faces. Just talk of my plans. I've never been good at humor or light-hearted material.
But I suppose that's what New Year's is about. The beginning of a year, and talk of what's going to be done. (Or what might be done.)
Have a blessed Wednesday, New Year's, and life, everyone.
*Cerberus the three-headed dog from the Underworld in Greek mythology. It's extra menacing because I'm not overly-fond of dogs, since we own an Australian Shepherd who barks at everyone but my mother.
|Zazu says to keep to your resolutions.|