As 2008 draws gracefully to a close, one is lead, somewhat inevitably, to confront the imminent prospect of its replacement. Next year, for instance, I will turn twenty-three, complete my Bachelor of Arts and celebrate my second wedding anniversary. Steps will be taken which might, possibly, result in an eventual move to China. Possibly – and very hopefully – someone might offer to publish my book. Regardless of whether this happens, the likelihood is that I’ll finish writing the sequel. I may also get drunk. And so on.
2009, therefore, is clearly a year for productive resolutions. Ignoring the typical-but-inevitable desires for better health and athleticism, here are mine:
1. My rolemodels for 2009 will be Zoe Washburne,
and Jane Lane
– because fictional or not, these ladies rock.
2. After a five-year hiatus, I will take up tennis again. However, in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I shall refrain from sulking when it turns out that I’m nowhere near as good as I used to be, because the point is to have fun, and also because I’ll get better again with practice. See that, universe? That’s growth.
3. I will write more short stories, because they’re enjoyable, and because they’re a good way to figure out where the hell my writing style is headed.
4. I will maintain and broaden my addiction to awesome TV shows, because a little immaturity is an excellent thing.
5. I will endeavour to surprise myself – and others – as often as possible. This may involve props.
6. I will reupholster my armchair anarchism.
7. I will find my poetry, and run with it.
8. I will do more jigsaw puzzles.
9. I will locate a second pair of comfortable pants, delight in getting caught in the rain, listen more, talk less, sing shamelessly in public and wear crazy hats.
10. I will give thanks to Vizinczey.
You’ve been good to me, 2008. I’ll remember you fondly.
2009? Bring it on.