For several years now I purpose to try and read 52 books in the new year. Being a slow reader and a busy mama, I usually only hit around 35 or so. This last year I actually hit 48…or is it 49, since I read one of these volumes twice? 🤔
Either way, I always have a lot of fun shooting for that elusive number 52. So without further prattling, I present to you my 2019 reading list. (I’ve marked my top 10 faves in red.)
For the most part, I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions. They feel too much like rules to me and the world has quite enough of those, thank you very much. However, there is one thing I have challenged myself to do every year for some time now. Every year I fail, yet I look forward to trying again each January as I turn to a fresh page in my notebook.
If success tastes sweet, and defeat is bitter, then what would you call an experience that, while technically a fail, brings great satisfaction and joy to your life? Is it sweet or bitter? Or would it better be described with other words of gustatory perception such as salty or sour? Hmmm. Not quite right, any of them.
I recall as a child, learning about the different perceptions of taste. The teacher demonstrated with small dixie cups, each filled with a mystery liquid. She used cotton swabs to dab a drop or two of each flavor onto different areas of our tongues and we contrasted sweet with salty, sour with bitter. Later on, I learned, a new category was added. Umami. U-u-what??
“If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.” –H.G. Wells
Pondering the interesting phenomena of New Year’s resolutions, I was surprised to discover that only 45% of Americans regularly participate in this annual ritual. Considering the depressing statistic that a mere 8% of resolved people actually succeed, I am now surprised the number of participants isn’t far lower. I mean, really, who likes to fail, right?
Yet, on a positive note, people who actively make resolutions are 10 times more likely to reach their goals than people who don’t make resolutions.
So how can we make reasonable goals and then actually achieve them? Well, there are plenty of blog posts every year that will give you step by step instructions on how to be successful. I’ve read more than a few myself. But one thing I notice lacking from most of them is one small, yet vital piece.
Finish reading over at The Family Road Map…
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If I were to choose an animal which best personifies my character, I fear the sloth would be the most honest choice. Looking out at the world wide web these past couple of days, I find many of you already gearing up to make this coming year a year of great change, brought to fruition through staunch determination and good old fashioned grit. It’s admirable. Like strong, efficient panthers or energetic Jack Russell terriers, you all seem ready to take on the world. Admirable, indeed.
Me? Well, I’m just beginning to recover from the hectic activity of Christmas. The past few days have been focused on simply breathing. I find myself just now reflecting on the past year, my successes and failures, and contemplating what it all means. My mind moves slowly, sifting memories, each thought carefully examined and categorized before being filed away in the corridors of my mind palace. (It’s really less a palace and more dilapidated hoarder’s den, but my home is my castle, yes?) Musing, for me, is not a speedy process.
I’ve always been rather sneaky. Just ask my mom. Playing it close to the vest comes naturally to me, so when it comes to New Year’s resolutions, I really don’t care to tip my hand. If I tell you what I resolve to do, you may try to hold me to it if I change my mind. To avoid the resentment that would surely ensue, I usually save us all the trouble and refuse to set goals or make resolutions. It’s simpler that way and I get to keep my friends. But once in a while, I do sneak a resolution in.