New Year's Eve. A time to look back over the past year's accomplishments and the coming year's optimistic goals. I find myself in a funk as I usually feel around this time of year. I feel discontented with what I've accomplished and a vague feeling of foreboding that I will not be able to accomplish the lofty goals one usually resolves to make in a Panglossian fashion.
Every year, I try to avoid making resolutions, instead attempting to create one new habit a month. Let me tell you, out of the handful I attempted last year, I did manage to get one under my belt, albeit in a higgedly-piggedly fashion. I was really good about going to the gym after last winter's 4-month-long cold/bronchitis/allergy ordeal. Although I don't go quite as much ever since the kids went back to school in September, I do try to average at least a couple of hours, once a week. I would like to try to keep that up, and add in at least another hour one other day a week.
As for other habits, for 2012, well, let's just say I'd like to work on tightening my belt...both physically and mentally. I have a number of things I'd like to attempt this year but I really need to have a good sit-down and thrash out the reality of whether these things can be accomplished.
As for looking back over 2011, I think I'll leave that for another post at another time. I do feel like I got some shit done last year that I surprised myself with...like that gym thing.
In the meantime, I must get on with belatedly celebrating my version of Boxing Day, which consists of me going through the house bagging up all the clutter and hopefully more to get that last end-of-year charitable donation write-off. It'll be difficult with this apres-ski bum knee, but I'm determined to make Isaac take one last trip to Salvo if it kills me/him.
And so my friends, I will see you next year!