New years is one of my favorite holidays. I love the idea of
new years resolutions and starting over. I normally make a serious resolution to floss
and then a giant list of things to attempt and fail at the rest of the
year. This year I didn’t even resolve to
floss, it seems like too much work. My
dentist is going to be so disappointed. It doesn’t mean I don’t still have
things I want to resolve. I think my
resolution is to not set myself up for failure this year. Wait until I can handle it.
I don’t have resolutions but I have lists. Giant lists. Lists
with sub-lists. I even signed up for an account on a website that is just
designed to help you keep track of your lists but I didn’t write it down on my
list of websites and logins so I don’t remember what it is. They now have paint
that dries as a dry erase board. I have seriously considered painting my whole
office room with this stuff. I think that would give me a good start at keeping
track of the list. Right now all the
different lists just keep running like a stock market ticker across the inside
of my forehead.
I see these lists every time I close my eyes. It is running as the constant third thoughts
in my brain. The first thought is what I’m
actively working on, the second thoughts are the radio or tv or background
noise in the environment, the third thoughts are these lists. They lay like
blankets of fine grey mesh over everything I do. Trying to sleep, the list whispers. Trying to
work, the list reminds me that I have other work to do. Trying to relax, the
list screams “wasting time!” I feel like Sisyphus.
Not all of the lists are bad. Some give me hope for the future. These are
the lists that I know I am going to ignore for a long time. Lists for my house, vacations I want to take,
garden ideas, stuff that means I am living in a world where I have my own time
again.
I just can’t do resolutions right now.
