I am horrible at New Year’s resolutions. Inevitably I make it till about February first until I get sidetracked. Several years ago I realized that I was always making the same resolutions because I can never carry them through to the next year. I decided to just embrace making the same resolution every year as a mark of persistence and tradition. Thus, I floss. Please don’t misunderstand – I take dental hygiene very seriously. But I always forget to floss, or run out of floss, or get sidetracked, etc. But by making this resolution the past 4 years, I now floss on a semi regular basis. My resolve was beginning to wan, but January 1st renewed my vigor. I will hopefully make it to next year. Teeth are a rare commodity in Kentucky, and I intend to take good care of mine.
But as I was thinking over this past year, I realized that I did resolutely make improvements to my life. So here are my retroactive New Year’s resolutions, the best decisions I have made in the past year.
Cursive: My handwriting has always been barely legible, but time in France proved cured. The elementary children I taught routinely critiqued my handwriting, as their perfect script had been beat into them by years of rulers, grid paper, and colored pens. Finally I caved and made the transition to cursive, from which I will never return. It is more beautiful. Why should we not seek to live more beautiful lives in all the little details? My students now complain, as handwriting is a lost art in the states. But I just inform them that they will have to learn. This has produced various degrees of success and attempts on their part.
Books: This past year has been one of reading, as I need good books to live and leaving school meant I needed to choose them. No one ever regrets reading more.
Eggplant, figs, kale, and leeks: Who knew that the first was good in everything, the second actually has a form outside of a Newton, the third is occasionally tolerable, and the fourth is divine? Brave the produce section, choose wholly on looks, and be surprised!
Family: Living back in Kentucky means more time with my family, and that will be one of the treasures of this past year.
Big Southern Hair: I spent years doing the “my hair is kind of curly so I will never brush it and just have crazy hair that dries as I go about my day” thing. But that was college/ Paris and this is Kentucky with a Big Girl Job. Cue return to curlers. They are in my blood and now that I have resumed my place of giant hair, I will never go back.
Cleanliness: I have never been a slob, but living entirely on my own brought out a truly organized neat person. I may have only had 10 square meters to call my own in Paris but there was a dish sponge and a surface sponge, a dish-towel and a hand towel, but they Did. Not. Mix. Ever.
I suppose I should now make a list of all the decisions that I don’t want to repeat from this past year. I’ll floss instead.