It's the second day of the year. Most Bloggers are waxing poetic about New Years' resolution lists, ad nauseam. Most of my own list-making comes in May, around the time of my personal New Year, the anniversary of my birth, so I don't waste too much time in January stressing about such things. Personal disclosure, last May, my resolution list began and ended with one.
I spent most of yesterday thinking about two things, what I wanted to write about in this blog, and why were all the parades and college football games moved to Monday?
Forgive me a little rant. On New Year’s Day, each year, January First, I expect to roll out of bed, make some coffee, and turn on the TV to watch the Tournament of Roses Parade, and then a whole bunch of football games. So yesterday morning, I woke up, made my coffee, opened my paper, and clicked on the remote, only to see... Newt Gingrich, not covered with a gazillion tiny cornflowers and poppy seeds or whatever.
Hmm, wrong channel maybe? Click! What's this? An Infomercial? Click! More Standard Sunday Morning Stuff. Hmph. I wanted to see marching bands and Palomino Ponies fahcrissakes, not Meet the Press.
It is at times like this that some personal affirmations are in order.
I love Change.
Change is Good.
I embrace Change.
(Okay, okay. That may qualify as a list.)
Today, I am happy to say, finally feels Iike New Year's Day. I got up, drank coffee, went for a walk in a brisk Nebraska January wind, came home to a warm breakfast while watching, yes! Palomino Ponies. Marching Bands. Huge floats covered with thousands, no, millions of flower petals!
At lunch, I started watching College football. As I write these words, I am still watching College football. I expect to spend the rest of the day... Watching College Football. It is a joyful activity for me, even when my team loses.
I'll segue now back around to where I started on this. New Year's Resolution Lists, or my lack of them. Here is a little pearl of wisdom I'll drop in your lap, dear reader, dear friend. A little bit of common wisdom that is so wise it is often mistake for cliché. Every day is New Year's Day. Every day is a day for a list. So here's my list for this New Year, and for every new year: