On the edge of my psyche is a little voice that says,
Have you done anything lately worth remembering?
Everyone is picking goals this time of year. I’m certain that if I looked back over every blog post, journal, diary or log since I was a young girl, you would find resolutions. We all want to spend more time with our family, get thinner, get a better handle on our finances, quit _______(insert something).
I want to know what I will do this year that will be special, if only to myself. Of course I want to go to Paris and see the Empire State Building and dig a garden. And. In no particular order, here’s what else I want to do.
- Tell the truth. Every single time.
- Run a 5:30 marathon.
Make all of the amends that I’m unwilling to make.
- Keep my job.
Fix my now broken garage door. Never eat margarine.
- Help others without keeping score.
- Make time to talk to my Mother every day.
Tell people when they’ve hurt me. Right then. Not at 3am when I think about what I wish I’d said.
Or at least pray to try to forgive. Maybe. Own a pink sweater. Have a pink blog.