It's that time of year again. New Years' Resolutions. High Expectations. Great Hopes. Oh All The Wonderful Things That Could Be.
Meh.
I usually rebel and make my own "Chinese New Year Resolutions." It lets me delay setting goals until February when I can look at everyone else's goals and take the best/easiest parts for my own reuse/spin.
Anywho.
Today is the expectation-filled, pristine, malleable, day of "Anything's possible!" It's New Years Day.
And I did absolutely zero -- it was like a passive protest. We were up until 2 or 3 am playing board games. We slept in until 10 or 11am. At 3pm I decided it would probably be best if I finished those 2 mostly-empty bottles of wine left over from the celebrations last night. I read my book club book for next week (proactive book club reading! Something I haven't done in months -- I'm still finishing September's book) a bit and played meaningless computer games. Then around 7:30pm I thought maybe I should work on perfecting my Cosmo recipe (it's getting getting pretty good, if I do say so myself, but since I just had one I may not be the best judge).
Then while trying to ignore Iggy's college football game on TV and reading more of my book-club-book I found the profession I wish I'd ended up in. It's perfect. Or at least it's a perfect fantasy that I could be there. And, appallingly enough, I briefly considered buying this book, published in 1973 that costs $500. Uh, what?!?! Wouldn't it be hopelessly out of date? Aren't there any new advances we should know about? I think I need to do more Googling.
I have always loved fast airplanes and mystery stories. What better marriage of the two things than Aerospace Pathology? Plus that vocational title just oozes future, cutting edge, all that is scientific and [bonus!!!] mad scientist lab coats. How did I not even know about this field? Especially given that a *textbook* on the subject was written during my toddler years. There was ample time for me to have heard about it before I went to college.
My general lack of motivation regarding goals is probably that things are pretty good. Iggy and I are doing well, the dog is [mostly] behaving, I have a couple groups of women I like to hang out with (book club, hockey), I exercise fairly regularly (because it keeps me from screaming in frustration when working with unmotivated clients), etc. I would love to lose those extra pounds I somehow found in the last 2 years and eat healthier and all that, but not enough to do anything about it. My job pays the bills, lets me save toward retirement, play hockey and basically do what I want. Explaining my job isn't sexy and no one I tell about it suddenly gets a wistful look on their face and says "I wish I could do that!" or "Gee, that sounds so interesting!" When I get to the point where I am dreading work so much that I won't get out of bed, I guess it will be time to do something about it.
At any rate, don't expect anything spectacularly different from me this month. I'm still that same old me and not pretending that I can (or even care to) be a new, improved me. ;-)
Happy New Year, y'all.
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