When the ball dropped and the champagne flutes clinked and the lovers kissed and the calendar clicked over to 2014—signaling that greatest of “do-over” opportunities, a brand new year—I missed it all. I was in bed with the covers over my head, so sick with the flu the best I could do was try to make it through the next five minutes.
It. Was. Awful.
And that is how I find myself here, now, without a single New Year’s resolution.
It’s the thought that was on my mind when I woke up Saturday morning, looked out at the lazy, rainy morning and wondered what I might have on the Okay, it’s January agenda. Without a “get serious about exercise” or a “drink more water, for real this time” or an “okay, now about those carbs” in sight, I decided to create a new kind of resolution list, one designed purely to up my happy quotient. Here goes.
- Cook more in Mom’s cast iron skillet.
- Hang out with friends.
- Buy presents, just because.
- Burn the candles.
- Make things.
- Play outside.
- Laugh. Out loud.
I think it’s a good list, don’t you? A happy list. A list of resolutions that, for the first time in my life, I might actually keep.
To which I must say: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! And happy 2014 to you!