So here it is. The dawn of a new year. Time for reflection, time for setting goals, time to clean out the file cabinet and set aside the old year.
2007 was a good year.
We took some good trips: to visit family in Weeki Wachee and Key West Florida, I went to Tucson for a weekend, and to Lopez Island. Al went fishing in Canada and duck hunting in Montana, and we both spent some time on the Rogue River. We also went to Whidbey Island for a writing conference and to Bainbridge Island for some quality goofing off.
My daughter and her boys moved back to Oregon, much to my delight, and identical twin grandsons were born to my son and his wife.
I got my BA degree and began graduate school.
Work has been good for me, and retirement has been good for Al.
My mom died, of course. That wasn’t a highlight of the year, but it certainly was significant.
On Tuesday I will clean out the filing cabinets, and finish–as much as possible–the financial updatings for the tax year, box it all up and have fresh file folders ready for 2008. This is one of my favorite rituals of the year.
And speaking of the new year, we’ve got some good things slated. A trip to Hawaii, first, to get out of the Oregon rain and into the warmth and sunshine. I’ll go back to Tucson for a weekend to visit my friend Maggie. Al and I are going to explore Alaska in September, and of course he has his usual jaunts to Canada and Wisconsin to hunt muskies and to Montana to hunt ducks. I expect our health to stay good and our gratitude for so many things–but especially that–to grow every day.
And now, to the real question: Resolutions.
I hate resolutions. I could aspire to a lot of things that I’m not and have never been. All I can do is my best every day, and so that is my resolution. To be me, every day.
And that’ll be good enough.