New Year’s Day. Resolutions abound.
I used to declare. Run 1,000 miles. Read 52 books. Lose 20 pounds. Win 50 races. Write a billion words.
This year, I’ll keep it more reasonable, more realistic.
Run more. Read more. Win more. Write more. Just a start. A lot of things to simply do better, rather than more. Be better at being kind. Be better at being present. Be better at being patient. Those are a few goals. I’ll try to temper my prognostications and predictions this year but that’s where we’ll begin.
Write 365 days…that’s a big one. Last year, I managed it in my journal, but not on my blog. I’ll try again.
Here goes. One down.
We ticked off another holiday party last night, actually two. If you took the under 20, you win. Just. I think we hit 17 parties this year. Time to de-trim the tree, pack up the boxes, climb the attic steps and start stacking boxes and bags. And time to recalibrate, refocus.
One down. 364 to go.
Name of the Day: A Year Older. Naturally, the 40-1 outsider won a handicap hurdle at Fairyhouse on New Year’s Day.
