2012, we hardly knew ye. Actually, 2012 was kind of a loudmouth year, and one that many people will be happy to leave behind, but before we send it packing, there are a couple of loose ends to tie up around here.
I don’t do New Years “Resolutions.” Partly because I feel like the word “resolution” is used by our culture in this context as a synonym for “setting yourself up for failure,” after which point you will presumably be called upon to punish yourself for not getting skinny enough or not running enough marathons or for drinking too much coffee. My skinny days are behind me, there’s no such thing as “too much coffee,” and one marathon — New York City, 1993 — was plenty, thank you. I’m not a big fan of self-flagellation (odd for someone brought up in the Catholic tradition, I know), but I’m a firm believer both in setting intentions and in positive reinforcement, and when I meet goals, there’s always a minute of Yay, Me!, and often champagne. (And maybe a big dinner out, which is why “Get Skinny” is no longer on my list of Things To Do.) Continue reading