Don’t look here for resolutions to lose weight, eat healthy and exercise. We make that promise to ourselves every Monday morning, and it typically lasts until Thursday late afternoon when we say, “Oh, the hell with it,” and then go off to enjoy a beer, some nachos and Thursday Night Football.
No, these resolutions are made so we keep on keepin’on in our bohemian ways in the year ahead:
We resolve to believe we can learn a new trick – and we’re going to learn at least one this year. It doesn’t have to be something big, like mastering Mandarin Chinese. But it will be something surprising for a person “our age.” So that rules out mahjong, shuffleboard or a gastronomic tour of cafeterias.
We resolve to wear blue jeans forever – in fact, we’ll probably be buried in ’em. Possibly along with our B-52s t-shirt.
We resolve to never, ever shout, “You kids, get off my lawn.” Although we reserve the right to curse a few neighborhood dogs we know.
We will run until our knees give out. We will play tennis until our shoulders give out. And by then, we hope science has such great new materials for replacement joints that post-surgery we perform better than we ever dreamed possible. Look out Wimbledon, here we come!
We will suppress the impulse to whine about the price of things these days. And we won’t be caught dead saying, “Why, I remember when I was your age that you could buy (insert item here) for only (insert cost here).” We screwed up on this one a few times in 2010…especially at the movie theatre box office. One of us was actually heard to say, “Why I remember my girlfriends and I being outraged when we had to pay $2.25 to see Love Story.” Oops!
And we resolve to never lose our enthusiasm for life and the world around us – no matter how many years we have behind us. We will remember that old proverb: Everyone is the age of their heart. And our hearts are forever young.
Happy New Year!