In a fit of something that can only be called end-of-the-year ebullience (a form of transient insanity), I sat down the other night and wrote out a list of resolutions for the new year (i.e. 2017). The creation of resolutions for an upcoming year is as old as the calendar itself (either Julian or Gregorian, it does not matter). As soon as humans figured out that after 365 days they started counting all over again, they said, “Hey, why not make some outlandish promises to ourselves of things we’re going to do when we start counting over again?” And thus was born the New Year’s Resolution.
I only mention all of that nonsense because one of my resolutions was to start writing a blog. I have attempted this feat no less than a dozen times over the past ten or fifteen years (as an example, see my four entries below from 2012). Each attempt ended the same … with a blog with a half-dozen entries in it, each one more insipid than the one before it. After the requisite six (or fewer) entries, I’d give up on the blog and turn my attentions to other, more important activities, like sorting all the random nuts, bolts, nails, washers, and unidentified doodads that have accumulated in the Mason jar out in the garage. (I would also give up on that eventually and just chuck the whole jar in the recycling bin.)
Anyway, here I am for my tenth or twelfth attempt to get a blog up and running. But unlike Edison’s 12th light bulb, Bell’s 12th telephone, or the Wright brothers’ 12th aeroplane, I’m not overly confident (or ebullient) that this one will light up, reach out and touch anyone, or get off the ground. But hey …that’s what new years are for: for trying new things. Or trying old things in a new way. Or old things in the same old way, but with new energy.
So, sit back. Relax. Enjoy this year’s six (or fewer) entries.