One thing that is clear to me, on this New Year’s Eve, is that I’m really not much of a blogger. I lack whatever the compunction that motivates others to reveal, discuss, and share everyday details of their lives, current interests, and pursuits. This reluctance to “share” is surely a factor of my age; I did not grow up in the digital world of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram and I have a much more guarded notion of privacy than most younger people. In addition, I have difficulty embracing the idea that any but close friends and relatives should play witness to my life. In consequence, I only blog intermittently and largely when motivated by a current event or issue. Still, there are many baby boomers and beyond who have taken to the blogosphere with aplomb. I’m just not one of them.
Realistically then, I don’t think that I’ll take as one of my New Year’s resolutions, the clearly uncharacteristic commitment to blog more, but like a lot of others, I do have a list of resolutions. I intend to read more, exercise more, eat well, take the vitamin D pills that I bought and stuck in the cupboard, and umpteen other, pretty pedestrian, intentions. I resolve to pause to enjoy my life, as I’m fortunate in so very many ways. Finally, I resolve to do less housework in the coming year – I’m very confident that I can achieve that last resolution. Happy New Year!