We are approaching the new year, which means that people across the globe are making New Year's resolutions. I am among them. Year after year, I resolve to lose weight, get fit, keep up with correspondence, eat healthy, yada yada yada. I never really keep them, but I make them earnestly. I can't help myself! The promise of a new year is so seductive, isn't it? It's a fresh start, a clean slate, an actual-brand-new calendar. As a matter of fact, I couldn't wait until Jan. 1 to open my new desk calendar. 2014 was completely coffee-stained, warped, and torn -- literally and metaphorically. I can't tell you how nice it is to have a new, clean, and unspoiled calendar on my work desk. (Add to New Year's resolutions: 1. Don't spill coffee on my desk 2. Write events legibly.)
My friend who writes for the local paper did a thought-provoking column about New Year's resolutions and their stickability, or lack thereof. In my Facebook inbox today, I received a message from another writer asking if I made resolutions and, if so, what were my resolutions for the upcoming year?