Sorry about the title. The song lyrics don’t apply; I just picked it because of the title (and because the devil made me do it).
It’s the end of the year (or the world as we know it . . . sorry). I don’t have any profound musings, so you can move along if you’re looking for those. All I have are my now-customary non-resolutions: as in, I’m not going to have any New Years’ resolutions. I’m not going to start anything I can’t finish.
An anecdote: the first book I didn’t finish was Little Women. I can’t remember how old I was, but I was pretty young– so young that I didn’t realize it wasn’t okay not to finish a book. I remember getting to some part about a glove (I think?) and being utterly fed up with every single person in the book. I somehow knew that Beth died (probably the back of the book mentioned it), and I flipped ahead to that, hoping for something really good and gory (being a bloodthirsty monster, like so many children). I haven’t picked up that book since, but I remember it being terrifically dull and involving the valley of the shadow of death.
I finally asked my mother if I could stop reading the book; I think she was probably surprised that I didn’t realize it was an option. It’s only been in the past year or so, though, that I’ve really started to stick to the rule of fifty and just drop a book if I don’t like it.
Quitting everything doesn’t improve your quality of life. However, quitting things that make your life really miserable does.
I could make some resolutions about Life Improvement at the New Year, but I don’t have any concrete ideas. I’ve done some small things all during the past year, none of which I’d planned on as of January 1st: they were all unexpected.
January 1st is a moment, but there’s also a year full of moments. You can decide what to do, to be, or to change in any one of them.
Have a happy new year, or a succession of happy new moments.