Happy New Year
In case you haven’t made your list of resolutions as
yet; here, for easy reference, are some of mine
Yes, it’s that time of year again. The time when we chalk up
a long list of resolutions, all the stuff that we absolutely must (or must not)
do in the spanking New Year that stretches out before us. Odds are the list
will be abandoned by the time February rolls around, but for what it’s worth,
here’s my own list of New Year resolutions, in no particular order of
importance.
De-cluttering my life:
This starts from the very basics. The closets bursting with
clothes that I will never wear (i.e. fit into) again. The shelves groaning
under books that I barely got through the first time and will never re-read.
The CDs I never listen to now that all the tracks have been downloaded on to my
Ipod. The magazines that lie piled up in a corner (and are still untouched
after several months). The shoes that have been retired from active duty now
that my back (and increasingly, my knees) has given up on me. The solitary
bottle of barbeque sauce that lies forlorn and ignored on the back shelf of my
larder. The ficus plant that stubbornly refuses to flourish on my balcony. All
junk must go.
Trimming my friend list:
Over the years, we all end up adding friends to our extended
circle. There are those we bump into at parties; those we discover through the
social media; those we meet in the new neighbourhood we move to; those we
acquire by marriage; and those that acquire us. But as social research
indicates, it is really not possible to keep up with more than a 100-odd people
(especially if some of them are very odd indeed). So, maybe this is as good a
time as any to get rid of all those who add nothing to my life; those who are
unremittingly negative; those who take a particular pride in running everyone
else down; and those who are legends in their own lunchtime. (FYI, if you need
to ask, “Don’t you know I’m famous?’ you’re probably not.)
Making time for those who matter:
Once I’ve got rid of the flotsam and jetsam of my world, it
will be that much easier to work on my next resolution: spending time with
those people who really matter to me. Long conversations on Skype with old
school friends I haven’t seen in years. Making time for a cousin who has flown
into town for a couple of days. Touching base with extended family. Long, lazy
lunches with my girl gang. Bonding over boozy dinners with my favourite Smug
Marrieds. Ah well, you get the picture.
Swearing off all diets:
Yes, yes, I know you’ve got this absolutely fantabulous
diet. And yes, I can see that you have oodles of weight on it. But you know
what? I don’t want to hear about it. Yes, you got that right. I. Don’t. Want.
To. Hear. About. It. I don’t want to know how carbs mustn’t be mixed with
proteins. I don’t want to be lectured about how I need to finish dinner by 7 pm
at the latest. And I certainly have no interest in the glycemic index of
various food items. So, be a dear, and shut up about your diet already. (Because,
in any case, I can’t hear you above the siren call of that chocolate fondant.)
Rationing my time on the Internet:
Sadly, my search for a Net connection that automatically
times out when it senses I am wasting time has come to naught. So, I guess I
will have to do this the old-fashioned way: by exercising some self-control.
That means not spending more than an hour on the Net every day, no matter how
tempting the cyber trail that leads me away from the topic I type into the
Google search box. And, of course, resisting the temptation to refresh my
Twitter timeline every half hour.
Finishing my book:
If I can stick to the resolution listed above, this one will
be so much easier to fulfil. If I could just check which Tube line went from
Westbourne Grove to Camden Town; read an article on the Lashkar-e-Taiba network
in Bradford; research the new Beretta models on the market; and get right back
to my writing, I would have finished my first draft by now. Instead, I go
flying off on a tangent, clicking link after link until I’ve clean forgotten
what I was searching for. Well, no more procrastination, starting right now.
It’s full steam ahead with the writing.
Staying positive:
I am tired of indulging the prophets of doom and gloom in
the world. I no longer want to be told that a, b, c is impossible to achieve –
well, at least not in our lifetime. I don’t need that kind of negative energy
in my life. So, I am going to say nay to the naysayers. This year, as far as I
am concerned, nothing is impossible. Or better still, my motto is going to be:
The impossible? There’s nothing to it.
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