No resolutions.

There’s something about the concept of resolutions that seems overly fussy to me; stingy, almost. I’m a spirit-of-the-law type, and do not do well with very specific restrictions aimed at my behavior. [Someone less rebellious might have said "directions" rather than "restrictions" -- but here we are.] What does wonders for me is a general direction, an overarching goal. So what I’ve done for this year is write a letter to myself from the future–the end of 2010–describing everything I would like to do and be a part of this year as though it’s already happened. [Apologies for that hideous sentence. Wow!] A couple of the blogs I follow recommended doing this, and it’s just gooey enough for me to be totally intrigued, and anyway, why not; how fun! I understand that at the end of the year I’ll be amazed at how much of the content in the letter has actually taken place.

It’s part experiment and part mini-manifesto. And I suspect all manner of good things will come of it.