Resolutionary

I have a love/hate relationship with New Year's resolutions. I love the idea of determining to be a better person with better habits and a clean kitchen floor (for example). On the other hand, I am not the sort of person (if anyone is) to decide something is so and have it actually BE so. Usually it's more of a stuttering, stop-start, wracked with guilt sort of limping towards improvement, and sometimes that improvement is about building alcohol tolerance rather than biceps.

I flirted with the idea of a knitting resolution -- a sort of 2006 "To Knit" list and then I doodled a list of what I think I'm knitting next (just off the top of my head, mind) and when I hit thirty I threw away the list and decided to resolve not to make knitting lists instead.

I was also considering resolving to do more yoga, but fact is, I'll do it or not regardless of whether I resolve to do it.

And that's the thing. It matters not at all whether I resolve or don't resolve. Things just happen. Some days I eat broccoli and tofu. Some days I eat cereal and chocolate. Perhaps I ought to have more courage in my convictions but mostly, I'm just getting by best I can, this year like last year like next year. Just walking forward, doing the job that's in front of me.