If nothing else, being an academic allows one to indulge in New Year’s Resolutions at least twice a year–certainly, September brings about a strong desire to articulate new goals as surely as it prompts the purchase of new pencils with which to write them down, and January offers us a culturally sanctioned do-over if our resolve has wavered as the fall semester waned.
And so I find myself making all new resolutions, again. I don’t mind so much that I didn’t live up to all the plans and schemes and goals I hatched sometime around Labour Day. For me, the very impulse to even make resolutions is a cheering reminder of the fundamental optimism of the human spirit. What can be more life-affirming than an ever-renewing set of desires keyed toward self-improvement, even if these desires do not always lead us to the improvements we aim at. Isn’t is good for the soul to think that at least we want to … change? Improve? Optimize? In any case, it all feels very hopeful
My resolutions go as follows:
- Lights out at 10:30
- Get outside every day
- Be kind to my family, but not at the cost of my own sense of self
- Keep doing my yoga
- Meditate more
- More home cooked meals, featuring more green things
- Clean up the kitchen before I go to bed
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Mah kitchen! Tuesday night, 9:45 pm! |
- 20 minutes of writing on my book project every weekday
- 20 minutes of reading on same
- Remember the 30 minute miracle, and stop frittering time
- Prepare in advance, but not too much
- Answer my emails
- Try to maintain the 40/40/20 balance of work
- Respect deadlines
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Is this not the cutest thing ever? My daughter’s agenda … |
My resolutions essentially boil down to “Be less timid” and “Be less overconfident.” Less timid in that I should pursue new projects with more vigor, and worry less about failure. But I shouldn't make the mistake of always pursuing them alone, rather than collaborating with partners and being guided by people who know the terrain better than me.
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