the resolution report card

2025 · 03

Mid-March. Time to look at January's resolutions and count the wreckage.

Walk more: holding, but only because I already liked the walks, so it hardly counts. Read the big novel: it is on the shelf, unopened, looking at me. Write here every week: patchy, still alive. Go to bed earlier: eleven days.

The ones I kept were the ones I already wanted to do. The ones I dropped were the ones I thought I should want. That is either wisdom or the most obvious sentence ever written. Second one, probably.

No fresh list. I'm fine about it. Half a loaf, as they say — though the way my loaves have been going, bad choice of words.