Resolutions

-20 degree windchills? He doesn't seem to mind!

So, this is not my first foray into blogging. I’ve tried it several times before and it never went well. I attribute this to the fact that my attempts have been in during the past few years. The past few years sucked. Big-time. I would start a blog, write a few posts, have the proverbial shit hit the fan somewhere in my life, and feel so bummed that I couldn’t come up with something good/clever/

witty/poignant to say. I made Debbie Downer look like a well-crafted ad for anti-depressants.

Things are looking up. I want to try again. This is where you will find it.

It’s my New Year’s resolution. Part of it, at least.

Usually, I refuse to make resolutions at New Years. This goes back to my attempt to quit smoking back in January 2001. It was one of the most foolish decisions I ever made. Want to know how long that resolution (made with J, no less) lasted? Eleven hours of pure, unadulterated, nicotine-deprived...

The moral of the story here kids is that you should not try to change something you don’t truly want to change just because the calendar rolled over. Much easier to quit smoking when you have conviction/the safety of others/morning sickness on your side.

This time is different.

My real New Year’s resolution is to actively start enjoying life again. When you are faced with day-to-day survival, you tend to forget how to enjoy yourself. J and I are no longer faced with the burden of day-to-day survival. We can start to breath, to think, to create, to explore.

I missed it. My skills have atrophied. I am writing a blog about our new outlook on life; when you have to express the joy, the appreciation, the humor, the wonder of life to others-- it makes you really pay attention.

So, this is my exercise in documenting the good stuff and habituating myself to being happy once again.