I’m not sure that I’ve ever made any new year’s resolutions. At least, I’ve never written any down before. I don’t think. Well, 2009 already has much planned: New Orleans in April, England in June and July, and Washington D.C. in October. Oh, yeah, and I turn 40 in August. Four. Zero. Well, 40’s the new 25. I just made that up.
Anywho, I need to make some resolutions. Here goes.
- Lose at least 30 pounds. I’ve slowly been getting bigger since I moved to Macon six years ago. I know what to do, and I know how to do it. I’m gonna lose at least 30 pounds before my birthday in August.
- Eat right. That means no more meat, meat products, or added oil. Period.
- Exercise regularly. That means to walk, run, or cycle everyday. Period.
- Be nicer. The older I get, the more curmudgeonly I get. OK, that’s not entirely accurate, but I could always be nicer, especially to the ones that matter.
- Buy less crap. I need to reduce my carbon footprint, so this is a way that I can do the most individual good. I’m going to try to use my own bags at the grocery; buy locally; drive less; turn off lights; replace dying incandescent lights with florescent lights; turn the thermostat down in the winter and up in the summer; recycle; reuse; give away instead of throw away.
- Read more for pleasure. I used to read a lot more. Yes, I still read quite a bit, but there are novels I haven’t read that I should have read by now. There’s a lot of good poetry I need to get to, too.
- Write more. Writing is like playing a sport or an instrument: if you don’t practice, you lose it. I need to practice more frequently, like exercise.
There you have it. Seven simple resolutions. Pretty mundane, I know, but I like them. Before I sat down to write, I didn’t know I’d write seven. Seven deadly sins; seven new year’s resolutions. Makes sense.