So they say that we should all have resolutions to start the new year. The clock chimes midnight, and suddenly everyone has a sparkle in their optimistic eye. This is why I have to book up all my yoga classes through the end of June 2007 now, as suddenly it will be packed with people wearing new shiny yoga togs and with a gleam in their eye-It is 2006! I will go to yoga and be all bendy and soon be the size of Cindy Crawford after she lost all that baby weight!

But once they figure out that yoga isn't the weight loss dream that the stars purport it to be (I do yoga four times a week with an instructor, says the star with dreamy eyes. This is how I am a size 2, and that's only if I'm soaking wet! Teeheeheehee! Like hell you are, babe. Yoga is great but it's a toner, not a weight loss vehicle unless you're doing bikram yoga. And we all know bikram yoga will make you sweat and lose those little hair extensions of yours. So go ahead and tell the truth-you live on a can of Del Monte Niblet Corn every day, up until the days you binge on 12 packets of Mallomars and throw your guts up. Do not lie to me! I know that game you play!) they'll quit. Gonzo. And their yoga togs will sit in the bottom of a drawer whimpering miserably as they fail to complete their yoga pant destiny, which is to encase the ass of someone doing Warrior II.

I don't do resolutions. I figure, why set myself up to fail? If I suck so much at something, why do I have to wait until the 1st of January to try to address it? Nah. Resolutions are not for me.

That said, we did both start our diets yesterday, not as a resolution but because we simply could not bear depriving ourselves of good eat during the holidays. So we are counting calories, eating healthier, and working to slim down. We are also on a white week, which might explain why we are both so cranky.

Resolutions are a pain. It's like living with rules that someone enforced on you, only they enforce them on you the first day of the year so you will therefore associate the next 12 months with extreme suckage. Isn't life too short for that? Shouldn't we throw this tradition to the birds, and start our pilgrimages of better lifestyles on, say, Arbor Day? Why celebrate only trees, we can also stop smoking/drinking/eating/living/masturbating on that same day!

That said, the First did see me thinking about what to do when I grow up. I did get an email about getting qualified to be a yoga teacher and I have been thinking heavily about it. I would like to teach yoga, only the problem is I would have to get used to eating once a day, as that's all I'll be ablt to afford, and I'll have to put up with people in their new yoga kit for approximately two classes the start of each year. Plus I'll have to put up with the stereotype that I'm a fan of granola and tie-dye and that I walk around wearing too many crystals and talking about my past life transgressions.

Sorry, but tie-dye is so scarily ugly it gives me hives.

But I have been thinking. What got me thinking is that ultimately I hate my job so much I have to leave, I WANT to leave. The one thing I can think of jumping onto, besides being a librarian (but that requires schooling) is writing. And this guy helped deliver the kick in the pants.

So I've started. I know I have been saying this, but this time? I mean it.

This time, I am organized.

My hard drive is littered with things I have stopped and started, ranging anywhere from 30-90 pages long, from as far back as 1998 to last year. This time I have been thinking before putting fingerpad to keyboard, and I have also bought a large notebook to help me map out the ideas. Angus' brother is in the Phillipines and has offered to buy me a version of Mindmap. I have a mini recorder to help if I have an idea. I am going to get organized to try to do this, and although it's not my resolution (I do not resolve! I will not resolve!) it is at least a direction. Maybe I wind up sucking it up and working in telecom my whole life, but if I don't try, I'll be the failure I always knew I was. Maybe a pleasant surprise is what I need.

-H.

PS-Statia got my Flickr working on the sidebar. I will try to post a new pic each day, access permitting, so go ahead and check it out and mock my pathetic attempts with a camera (I am a quantity girl when it comes to taking photos) and comment away.

PPS-Many, many thanks to my anonymous benefactor for my lovely gift. There's a lot of TV watching to be doing in this household now!

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