New Year’s aspirations
Well, here we are, dear reader - it’s 2009 already. Did you celebrate with friends and fizz? I almost did this year for once, but then decided that, from the provincial setting of Reed Towers, it would be easier to get to Mordor on New Year’s Eve than the party in North London I was supposed to attend (sorry Kate!). But you know me - I like to celebrate New Year by staying in and being a bit grumpy. Maybe watching the fireworks on telly if I’m feeling very perky.
I do, however, intend to break out of the digital gulag and be just a little bit more sociable this year. Not that I’m making any New Year’s resolutions. I’m barely halfway through last year’s list. I blame that partly on the credit crunch, but I confess I completely forgot to model myself on Hank Moody - what an oversight.
New Year’s resolutions are like a badly thought out set of performance objectives. Unrealistic, unachievable and open-ended, useful only for beating yourself up with in 12 months’ time. Making them time-specific doesn’t seem to help much either. After all, I’d planned to work my way through the lyrics to I’ve Never Been to Me by Charlene before the age of 30, and that didn’t happen.
So rather than resolving to do anything this year, I am simply throwing two New Year’s aspirations into the MMIX:
- Work less
- Get out more.
That is all.
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