2012
by maya
This is what I saw when I woke up today and found myself alone in the house, my mother nowhere to be found. A lit candle next to a whiteboard full of… ? It looks like something out of an action movie. Maybe she’s planning on breaking someone out of prison?
Whatever it’s supposed to be, it’s a pretty accurate representation of my current state. Incomprehensible figures with lots of arrows and seemingly arbitrary circling. I’ve never really done the whole new year’s resolution thing before, not that I can remember. It always felt a bit silly, to allow this one day such exalted status. I wanted to think that I could make any day a beginning for something if I so chose, that any moment could be midnight on December 31st. And I still do. Want to think that.
But it seems silly, too, to deny this moment its due just out of a sense of contrariness. I do, after all, live by this particular calendar, these particular dates. And I could use a hand with another beginning.
So. Here we are. Resolutions for the new year. Simple ones, about doing rather than not-doing, things that will helpfully cut out some of the circles and the arrows, hopefully tidy things up a little in my brain and make my 2012 another good year. Because 2011– man. That was some good stuff.
- Write daily.
- Sweat daily.
- Shower daily.
That looks about right.
Happy New Year, Internet.
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It took me a full fifteen minutes of sitting and staring to figure it out, but it’s totally supposed to be a map of Utopia, along with the blocks of the Utopian citizen’s daily schedule.
That seems about right, too.
The fact that you ladies have a whiteboard in your place says it all.
In dark times I sometimes do think, Well, at least we have a whiteboard.