Oh, January 1st, how you tempt me with your big, fresh, blank slates and fresh, exciting promise.
Every year, I make New Year's resolutions. Every year I break New Year's resolutions. And, in the immortal words of Paul Thomas Anderson, And so it goes, and so it goes. And the book says...
"We may be through with the past...but the past ain't through with us."
And so, here we go again. It's January 1, 2010. A new year, a new decade, and here I, Sarah MacLean, do hereby resolve to:
1) Write every day. Even when I'd rather watch The West Wing for the 43rd time.
2) Finish three books. "But Sarah!" you say, "You only have two books due in 2010!" Ah hah! See what I did there? I aimed high.
3) Make Pate de canard en croute. Yes. That requires deboning a duck. I know. I'm wicked adventurous.
4) See at least one movie, in a movie theater, a month.
5) Read Great Expectations. All the way through.
6) Use my elliptical for more than a clothes hanger. At least once a week.
7) Take fewer taxis.
8) Do more yoga.
9) Do a better job of keeping in touch with old friends.
10) Learn one new skill. I haven't decided what this will be. Any ideas? Should I learn a language? Pick up an instrument? Take a photography class? Join an archery club?
Ok...so what are your resolutions?