I’m not into New Year’s Resolutions – mostly because there seems to be a lack of creativity “I’m going to go to the gym every day” or “I’m going to quit smoking”. A blog post circulated today about the UU church working on a wider justice, spiritual formation, more inclusive in its cohesiveness in the discipline of discussion. Look, if I go to the gym every day, maybe it will help other members of my health insurance company (I mean, I’d probably be healthier and not spend as many health care dollars and all). And no, I don’t smoke. But, for me, many of the New Year’s Resolutions (like giving up things for Lent) have a self-serving motive.
The past year has, to me anyway, seemed to further create an us versus them divide. 99% vs 1%, Congress versus each other versus the American people, a complete and total increase in rising tensions: if you have a job, the insane competitiveness to prove why you should keep it, over and over. It’s draining. Maybe that has always been adulthood (how the hell would I know? I do know we have an amazing ability to glamorize and romanticize the past).
I think somewhere in the back of my head, I’ve always had this notion that people create resolutions on New Year’s Day after making a promise their higher power to never do anything like that again as long as they live. Ok, that is probably my twisted humor after spending a few too many semesters at the overly politically correct institute of graduate theological education. That and I’m a jackass.
This year, I decided to make a bucket list of some strange goals, some normal goals and a few I really have little control over. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t and I tried, well, ok. I’m not going to involve going to the gym in this list.
1) Purchase as many items as I can from locally sourced suppliers. Some things are out: cat food! Jackson only eats one type and I’m not about to go through changing the food of a 14-year-old fur beast.
2) Less trash tv; more books. Ideally, I’d like to read 3 books a week. Some fun, some more thought-provoking.
3) Have a job with benefits. While I’m grateful for my temp job for the past 7 months, I’d really like to drop the 100% payment of my health insurance.
4) Write actual letters to my friends. You know, the types with stamps.
5) Be more creative in my cooking. I can make a killer potato soup but maybe expand out my culinary skills.
6) Give up on the fact that on opening day, I am 100% convinced the Cubs will not make the World Series. I’m trying reverse karmic psychology on this: work with me.
7) Plug my ears and shout la-la-la-la when anybody equates my dislike of President Obama as being racist. I don’t like how he has governed: I’m sure he’s a nice guy for a south sider but I’ve not been impressed with his presidency. I think he was set up from the start as many thought he was the second coming of Kennedy or Christ depending on who you spoke to about the topic. I didn’t like him in the primary, still don’t. Of course, my standard for POTUS is either LBJ or Andrew Jackson depending on my mood.
8) Make the decision to redo the condo or sell.
9) Buy new storm windows.
10) Buy a hair dryer. It’s been on my to do list for 5 years. I only remember it the first really cold snap.
11) Go to NOLA this year.
12) Resist all temptations to dress up Laffite as clown for Halloween.
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