Who cares if I still have an unworking Stairmaster in my barn?
[Last year’s resolution: By the end of 2015, I will have either fixed my Stairmaster machine or gotten rid of i])
Who cares if I’m still in the middle of Chapter 16 in a 21-chapter book?
[Last year’s resolution: By the end of 2015, I will have finished the first draft of Altitude (Book Three of the Flying Burgowski trilogy) and be actively re-revising the first half]
Who cares if I never got beyond the “we should get together for a walk or a cup of tea sometime, huh?” stage of inviting someone I don’t know well for a walk or a cup of tea?
[Last year’s resolution: By the end of 2015, I will have invited someone I would like to know better for a walk or a cup of tea]
As I wrote last year, “The secret to success is having really low standards.” It’s also, I believe, the maintenance of the feeling of forward progress–the alternative to which is stepping into that swamp of grumpiness and self-pity where the only escape is too much chocolate…you see where this leads, right?
So let me take a minute to celebrate the two resolutions that I DID keep last year:
- riding my bike in to work at least as often, if not more often, than driving: check!
- developing a fitness regimen that includes daily strength and stretching exercises: check!**
** ahem ** Honesty compels me to admit that I officially adopted said fitness regimen all of **cough** four days ago…but HEY. I’ve kept it up for four days, in 2015, so that still COUNTS.
And all of those so-far-unkept resolutions are just that, I’ve decided: not failed, just late bloomers. Who’s in charge here? That’s right. So here are my new low-resolution resolutions:
By the end of 2016 I will have…
- Finished, revised, and published Altitude
- Kept up my biking vs. riding to work ratio
- Kept up my daily fitness regimen (the secret to success here was Son Two’s idea: “Why don’t you do it while you watch The Daily Show, Mom?”)
- Made reservations for a 2017 trip to New Zealand to research my next novel (New Zealand?! Good on ya!)
…oh, and that Stairmaster? Maybe the unknown person I invite for a walk or a cup of tea will help me figure out what to do with it.
Got a resolution to share? Don’t believe in ’em? Tell me about it either way. And…Happy New Year!