That is the question.
I’m not feeling resolute, but do feel a certain pulling up of the bootstraps is in order. I’ve got things to do, people to see, clothes to re-fit into. If things go according to plan — that will be the day — then I must be prepared on all fronts to be dressed, coiffed and ready.
“Every man naturally persuades himself that he can keep his resolutions, nor is he convinced of his imbecility but by length of time and frequency of experiment.” Samuel Johnson
Now that’s encouraging.
I have long ago been convinced of my imbecility, but not quite an absence of hope. So, once again I’ve made my annual list of resolutions. I’ve polished, honed, edited and written them down in my new French calendar which proclaims on the cover, “Ecrit Pour La Gloire” supported in more detail by my notebook which boasts, “Les Mots Ont Une Vie.” To underscore the gravity, as in gravitas, of the mission before me, the list (and supporting materials) were written by my hand (obviously) — are you ready for this(?) — with a fountain pen! Now, I ask you, how much more serious and inspired can one get? Right.
Next we work on follow-through.
I’ve taken a metaphorical page from Gretchen Rubin’s book, The Happiness Project, and decided all resolutions must have one basic theme: They must make me and those around me happy/happier/less not happy. As you know, I’m a huge equivocator.
She has pointed out on several occasions one must not make nebulous, difficult to define resolutions like: exercise, eat more vegetables, arrange my closets, think positive, etc. As all of you well-organized creatures know, the idea is start small and big will come. One of my resolutions was, “be more disciplined.” What does that mean? Nothing, when you get right down to it.
(I specifically did not choose the Ben notebook on top because I thought “I Want to Change Everything” was a tad too ambitious.)
Realizing the imbecility of such a resolution, I defined “discipline” in detail:
1.) Dress every morning as if you were leaving the house. (You know, like a French woman.)
2.) Apply following makeup products — every morning — miracle wrinkle cream and serum (this is where hope comes in), blush; curl and mascara eyelashes after a coat of lash-lengthening product; and the final flourish, colored lip baume. Et voila. OK, call me superficial.
3.) Go back to aqua gym classes for which you paid ONE ENTIRE YEAR TO PUSH YOU TO GO AND YOU HAVEN’T, tomorrow, Tuesday, January 4th, 2011.
4.) Start your meaningful relationship with Dr. Dukan, today, January 3rd, 2011.
5.) Put the 1.5 liter of water next to the computer and finish it before the day is out. Every day.
6.) Put the timer on and deal one hour by day with paperwork that is piling up and will surely end in one catastrophe or another if you don’t get hopping.
7.) Put the timer on and deal one hour by day with any other disagreeable chore.
And a few others I’ll tell you about later if they’re working. If they aren’t, I see no need to publicly humiliate myself.
Are you making resolutions? (Now I’m starting to sound like a real blogger, throwing the question back out at you. This is a first.)
Again, tres, tres, bonne année and good luck to all of us when and where we need it.