At the start of 2015, I posted six resolutions that I planned to accomplish over the coming year. By the first week of February, I had nailed two of them:
Resolved: I will do something bold, yet well-planned.
Resolved: I will get rid of my golf ball collection in a manner that is – at the very least – mildly amusing.
Needless to say, I was feeling rather good about myself. In fact, I was smug. “Ha ha!” I chuckled. “I have 11 months to accomplish four more measly resolutions. Easy-peasy lemon squeezy!”
The remaining resolutions didn’t seem all that tricky, either:
Resolved: I shall neither form opinions nor comment on the opinions of others until I have finished at least one big mug of morning coffee.
Resolved: I will meet more blog buddies in person.
Resolved: I will become a Laundry Master.
Resolved: I shall write early and often.
But, then, resolution-wise, I kind of hit a wall. February became March and March became April. During that time I was unable to put anything in the done pile.
That is, until last week. My lovely wife, Ellen, with great ceremony, presented me with the following two documents (suitable for framing).
Thank you, my love! I am honored and touched. And I can now see the light at the end of the resolution tunnel.