|Fall la la la la, la la la la.|
Tell you the truth, I didn't really make formal resolutions this past year. At the end of 2013 I had stationary-biked myself into a knee injury; my oldest friend had passed away unexpectedly; work was going poorly; I was happy just to get through Christmas. New Year's Eve we were watching movies on TCM, I think; I know that we didn't realize midnight had gone by until several minutes past midnight. And I was thrilled, because now I could slink off to bed.
This year I'm not quite so wiped out. I am resolving to build up my editing business (few of us writers can survive on writing alone); I am resolving to get more non-knee-destroying exercise; I am resolving to cut down on the sugar before I get a type 2 surprise from my doctor; I am resolving to work harder to train Tralfaz before he turns into a fully grown varmint dog; I am resolving to finish my middle-grade book and my sequel to MacFinster (more on those projects to come); and I am resolved to de-clutter the house. But I'm not expecting to get it all done on January 2; I'm aiming to ease into good habits and ease out of bad ones, one week or day at a time.
And if I fail, I'll just change the 4 on the illustration to a 5, and we'll give it a try again in 2016.