Well, finally I kept them all, 100 percent of 'em. OK, there was only one, and I kept it. Boy, did I ever.
Resolution '12
Although, honestly speaking, I only kept it in some senses. I didn't completely change everything. One of the less welcome side effects of parenthood is that it seems to shine a harsher light on all one's hidden and not-so-hidden flaws, as if one's self-esteem was particularly high to begin with. I sometimes wonder how I ever fooled myself into thinking I was ever competent at anything. So needless to say, I have been writing and submitting less lately. Mostly that's about finding the time, though.
So there are a boatload of things I could resolve about this year; it's difficult to pick just one. There seem to be two categories: things I suck at (which is a mammoth category) and things I am OK/fairly good at. So I'd like to shorten the first list a bit but also put more work into the stuff in the latter one, because frankly I'll never be a Renaissance woman, and I need to choose where to put my energy. The exception there would be trying to reach out to people more and contribute more despite inhibition/social anxiety/tendency to be bad at articulating nonwritten language/sheer laziness. That's always on the list, but it's the one thing that's always worth continuing to work at, no matter how little progress I seem to make.
On that soberly prudent note, happy new year.
