When I was younger, I used to make all these lofty moral New Year's resolutions. Follow the Ten Commandments.* Be nicer to my brother. Smile at strangers. Don't swear...well, not as much.
This year, I realized -- I'm supposed to do all of that stuff anyway.
Isn't it a cop-out to say, "This year I'm going to donate to charity, follow the Ten Commandments, be nice to my brother, and clean up my language" when I'm supposed to be doing that every year, all year, anyway? I mean, that's the kind of moral/philosophical/spiritual stuff that you're supposed to work on throughout your entire life as a Christian. Have I been letting myself get away with making vague, cop-out resolutions instead of resolving to do something definite, definable, and practical?
OK, now I'm having a moral crisis. Deep breaths. I mean, what's a New Year's resolution really good for, anyway? Unless I write them down, I've usually forgotten mine by February or March.
Maybe the reason for that is because they're usually so vague. Not challenging, difficult, or memorable in the slightest...
This year, I'm going to...
Let my hair grow out. I have a blond, spiky pixie cut, my go-to hairstyle for whenever I get too bored or frustrated to care for longer hair. I'll grow it out during 2013. In December, if it's long enough, I'll donate it to Locks of Love.
Pester my best friend about her smoking. She keeps saying she'll quit, and keeps urging me to help her quit, but I haven't been terribly helpful in that regard so far.
Edit my book. Wait -- does that mean I finished it??? Yes. Actually, that means that I finally realized that I have two books inside of what I was trying to turn into one huge giant book. I should be overjoyed, right? Nope. I don't feel happy about this. Not. At. All. It messes up all my evil plans!!! But, as Kate Arms-Roberts says wonderfully, you have to learn to accept what is, even if you have to relinquish control.
Not take cello lessons during spring semester. This, frankly, is terrifying. I mean, I'm a cellist. The cello has literally been half my life, ever since I was eleven. So I know it's serious when I take a semester off. I've been having some mysterious medical issues, time issues, more difficult classes, and a billion outside of class requirements. I don't have time to practice anymore. I don't have the energy to practice anymore. And without that time and energy to put into practicing, I feel like I'm wasting my teacher's time. Luckily, my teacher took a semester off from lessons in her junior year, so at least she has been understanding.
Five is my lucky number, so lastly -- I resolve to re-read The Lord of the Rings. I normally do it at least once a year, as I have ever since I read them in sixth grade. I didn't re-read it this year. And 2012 sucked. It had its good moments but frankly, it was a horrible year for me. This probably has absolutely nothing to do with LOTR, but I don't want to risk losing the mojo.
*"Thou shalt not kill" is just soooooo hard to follow sometimes, you know?