Resolutions

This year has the smell of hope to it that makes me feel excited about what is to come. Maybe we really can make a difference in the world. Perhaps we can be the change we want to see. So, I'm going out on a limb here and making some resolutions for 2009.
First of all, St. Vincent de Paul will be my new best friend and I will be clearing out of the house our trash and someone else's treasures. I'm usually a "When in doubt, throw it out" gal, however The Hubby likes to hang onto miscellaneous odds and ends "just in case." In our seventeen years here we have accumulated quite enough for any scenerio or invasion of Barbarians that comes our way. 2009...this stuff's got to go and we'll blissfully have some room to move.

There's the usual--get to bed earlier,
read more books, watch fewer Monk reruns,
drink more water.
Take an additional dance class. Modern, maybe hip-hop. Something different.
I plan to leave every place I'm in a little better than how I found it.
I'd like to enjoy the process moreand worry less about the outcome.
I'll take time to enjoy beauty in the daily.
And as John Burroughs wrote, "One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: To rise above the little things.
Mostly, I'd like to hang in there
and enjoy the ride.
Ad multos annos.

Comments

  1. What a great post. My big resolutions involve career and health (but not a career in health). : ) Luckily, I don't have to MAKE myself read more poetry. That comes naturally. : )

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  2. This post was like a great magazine piece! Wonderful.

    I'm with you in the clearing stuff plans. So exciting: I have a huge empty box in the living room tonight. It's ready for me to fill it with Christmas things that my spirit has finally given me permission to part with. I'll give them to my neighbor who does ebay. Stuff for the Humane Soc. Thrift Store goes into bags. I can't handle all these boxes of decorations and the push (until this year) I felt to use everything in them to decorate the place. Half of it is my mother's stuff, and much of it no longer has half of my heart......
    I might post photos of the process in my other blog.

    Yea, us!

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