I wasn’t going to make New Year’s Resolutions other than the ones I softly and vaguely drunkenly muttered to Billy when he asked last night (a litany of “eat better/paint my nails more/work smarter not harder/keep a better haircut/etc”), but this morning, I stumbled by chance across two things that sum up the last year of my life far better and more succinctly than my own attempts.
From good old Hank Dave (Thoreau, that is):
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams!
Live the life you’ve imagined.
And from the Desiderata, emphasis my own:
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
And so those are them. My resolutions, simply and concisely stated. (But I really do need a better haircut, so maybe the more mundane aspects will sneak in around them, too.)