I wonder how many blog posts are being composed at this moment, across the universe, with this title. I'd bet on millions. And of course the corny question, how many of those resolutions will be kept? The whole notion is nutty, of course. It's just another date, insignificant in every real sense. Just a convenient way of keeping track and agreeing appointments. The so-called New Year occurs all over the place - see here - and the one we celebrate, January the first in the Gregorian calendar, is completely arbitrary. If anything, here in the northern hemisphere it should be the Winter solstice, when the days start to light up. If it was down to me, I'd go for the Spring equinox, time of renewal and rebirth.
Anyway, time's running out, so I need to make my resolutions. I've whittled my shortlist of about eighteen down to five. The baseline rule being that these shouldn't be things you kick into tomorrow and then fail at by the Chinese New Year, but resolutions - things you resolve - to be achieved by this time next year. Here they are.
Live less in the past and the future.
Break a few useless habits, like sleeping when not tired.
Stop saying 'Actually' and 'Of course' so much.
Finish and publish (somehow) my (partial) autobiography.
Make more music.
Check me out. Toots Hibbert has just come on. Have to go. Happy New Resolutions.
The Last Word - March 20-24, 2017 Helen gets thirsty when she sings. Good thing, too, because she spots an interesting bug: One of those times, when I was unscrewing the t...
2 days ago