No, like most humans I'm considering the advancing year 2010. Already experts are arguing about what to call it. "Twenty ten" seems simple enough, unless one is writing a history lesson. Life is complicated enough without arguing over syllables.
It's also too complicated for New Year's resolutions. I don't do those. It seems like setting myself up somehow, all those grandiose promises to go farther, higher, faster. Given the current political climate, I'm pretty sure they'd manage to tax all that. Individually. No, I tend to face the new year with a smile and, "Okay, maybe THIS will be the best year ever."
And that's how I'm going into the future. Eyes open, optimism still in tact. I won't be making a Top 10 review list. Actually, if I see one more sentence containing, "hiking, Appalachian Trail, Argentina, Let me apologize or You lie!", I'm canceling my newspaper subscription. Okay, I've already considered that anyhow. For two months our local paper has sported a weekly column written by one of their new hires, which doesn't mean young and wet behind the ears. I'm guessing her experience might be more apparent to someone like say...our Governor. No, that wasn't catty. It's my understanding that's the general consensus of the newsroom. How else do you explain why an Op Ed piece is featured on the front page, week after week, written by a divorced, former lawyer who'd had a fling with Theology school but must've discovered her condescending attitude, posing as biting wit towards the locals, wasn't God-like?
Sorry, I digress.
This is exactly why I'm looking ahead. Reviewing the year has it's merits, but I don't want it to turn into an exercise where I re-visit all my mistakes, short comings and an incomplete To Do list. I don't need me to nag me.
No, I'm looking 2010 in the eye and thinking, "YOU are the future. I'd like to order a happy future, complete with a new line of employment which will allow me to cheerfully arrive home, rather than crawl through the front door like an exhausted survivor. Hubby deserves more than that. And so do I.
10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1...Ready or not 2010, here I come!