Resolved

(This was written on the morning of Sunday, January 4th, what I now think of as "Before.")

Happy first week of 2015! A brand new year, new beginnings, a calendar full of fresh pages. It’s that time of year when I am chocked full of good intentions and eager to put them into practice. Early in January anything seems possible and my list of resolutions is impressive—I plan to be a much better person; one that is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, can fit into the jeans she wore in 1979, a person who-- while working tirelessly for world peace-- still finds time to be kind to small animals and whose junk drawers are an enviable example of organization. Basically, a human unicorn—something that is nice to think about but probably doesn’t exist.

My true resolutions don’t usually come to light until about mid-month, it seems to take me about that long to narrow down what it is I truly want to change/accomplish. And interestingly enough, STOP PROCRASTINATING has never made my resolution list—just never got around to it I suppose.

Last year my resolutions looked something like this:

 1) Move More. 

2) Eat Less. 

3) Don’t Mix Up the First Two.

 4) Write Every Day. 

5) Go Back to School.

 6) Spend More Time Being Creative and Less Time on the Internet—alas, that one didn’t even make it to February, the internet is so very shiny... But when I added a new resolution in August:

 7) Get/Stay Connected with High School Friends-- my time wasted on Face Book suddenly became time well spent.

As far as resolutions go, last year I was more successful than not. I lost a couple of pounds, learned to like salad, wrote almost every day—committed to writing this column/blog—thank you for reading it! I went back to school and to my 35^th high school reunion.

 I don’t even HAVE any jeans from 1979—San Francisco Riding Gear anyone? And my junk drawer is alphabetized—which means I now refer to it as my drawer with Junk: A through Z. All in all, I'm calling Resolution 2014 a success.