Yes, we’re not even at Christmas yet. Yes, I’m giving up a great post that would be more appropriate in a few weeks. But after listing my pie-in-the-sky-if-there-were-no-rules-of-physics Christmas list last week, I’m already moving on to the new year and New Year’s Resolutions.
It turns out New Year’s Resolutions have been around for awhile. The Babylonians used to make promises to pay back debts and returned borrowed items. Romans began each year by making promises to the god Janus (after which January is named). Knights took the “peacock vow” at the end of the Christmas season to reaffirm their commitment to chivalry. So it seems normal that I should make a few commitments to myself.
I’ve not done a good job of that over the last year. I don’t even remember what my New Year’s Resolutions were last year, but I think they had something to do with Finishing The Damn Book (still not done), treating writing like a career (yeah, that went out the window when I signed up to be the VP of my kids’ PTA), and who knows what else.
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