A Life Left Unresolved
Not long ago, I took New Yearís resolutions quite seriously. I found these lists helped give my life some direction, and Iím probably living a healthier, saner life because of them. Lately, though, Iíve sunk into a rut, and am having a hard time sticking to my resolutions. I suspect that age has gradually lowered my expectations for what I can accomplish in my allotted span. But I also think that maybe I am enjoying NOT keeping to my promises. It is as if this annual act of defiance is reasserting a youthful recklessness. That is the nice thing about getting older, nobodyís going tell you how to live your life, not even yourself. (Although itís harder to feign deafness when itís your conscience speaking.) It seems, however, that Iím the only one who has been liberated from the tyranny of lists. Everywhere I turn, someone else is promoting their "bucket list," enumerating the places to visit or things to do before they die. I see no need to offer another wish list for the coming year, but I do think thereís room for a "wishful-thinking" list.