Instead of resolutions, which I never fail to ignore, I would like to share with you some things I intend to accomplish this year.
1. I will not climb atop my roof for a barbaric yawp.
I will think about it though. Likely I will spend quantities of time wondering what it might feel like to stand above my trees and pull the adventures and stresses and joys of the day across my stomach, my throat, my tongue, my teeth. I will wonder what the neighbors would think of me. I will resist doing it anyway.
2. I will be the monster in the playground.
I will continue to chase my child, and all who wish to be chased, up and over ladders, down slides, and round and round and round the trees. It is fun. It is freeing. It is immediately exhausting, and I am not young, but I will not give it up.
3. I will be a lazy bastard.
All crafts require tools, and these are mine: chair, computer. Thus, my butt will be glued to my chair and my computer to my lap, as often as possible. Except right now. My butt is numb.
4. I will not continue on as if the sun strewing reds and oranges and pinks across the sky is just another sunset. Even if it is, around here.
5. I will learn manners. I will properly introduce myself, or say goodbye just before I leave (even if I said goodbye 5 minutes ago, but we kept talking). I will learn to listen properly, even if I cannot stop my brain from trying to share an anecdote similar to your anecdote, or pulling together all the random bits of facts we’ve tossed around and concluded that a character named Al, who was narcissistic about his high IQ but not functionally intelligent would be the only person to know all of things it took the two of us to share.