I was wrecked by the plague all of last week, so I am getting a late start to 2013. As far as I am concerned, today is the first day of my new year and I do believe that it is starting out swimmingly.
Yay, 2013! I am so glad that you’re here and, by the way, you will be my bitch.
I am ready for a defining year. 2012 was fine, I guess. But I think it was one of those years that I will largely forget amongst the larger landscape of my life. I witnessed a lot of big things – Baby A was born and Meg finished her doctorate – but 2012 didn’t see a lot of progression, evolution or change in my own life. 2012 was a year that happened. I don’t know that there is much more than I can say in reflection. It happened. It was okay. I’m ready for more.
Yesterday, on what was my New Year’s Eve that wasn’t really New Year’s Eve, I stopped by Mom and Dad’s house yesterday and announced my 2013 resolutions to my family.
1. Drink more water: I totally half-assed my attempt at this last year. Trying again!
2. Say the f-word less: I love it but it rolls off of my tongue a little too freely. It's used with a frequency that is getting to the point where it's a little trashy. And with all of the babies who came into my life over the last year or so, I need to cut back.
3. Make 12 recipes from 12 different cookbooks: just because. I'm in a library all day -- I purchase the library's cookbooks, actually -- so it isn't like I don't have a wealth of options at my fingertips. I get every single recipe I use from the internet, so this resolution will encourage me to continue to give new recipes a try while getting them via an alternate format.
4. Read at least two classics: there are too many classics that I am ashamed to have never read. Reading books for the book discussion group that I moderate is not helping me make process knocking books off of my own personal reading list. Hopefully a resolution will.
Here's to 2013. Here's to a definining year. Here's to coming out of it well-fed, well-read, hydrated and a little less foul-mouthed.