Let’s talk about resolutions. I stopped making them — the very same two, year after year — when I could never hold fast. Run more and eat less sugar would rollover from resolution list to resolution list. Now I make intentions — more like hopes, less like goals. Last year’s were to read even more and start pilates. I’ve benefitted tremendously from both and will happily keep doing them ad infinitum. Because I want the most from pilates, I eat less sweets, and with increased reading/listening, I run more often — the unexpected and happy byproducts of effortless intentions. On the drive to Boston yesterday, my daughter and I struggled to come up with personal hopes and dreams for the new year. It’s early days yet.
Happy New Year!
Last evening we watched the Boston Common fireworks from the roof of my daughter’s building.: