I’m Not Making Any New Year Resolutions This Year


          I’ve been writing the Good Earthkeeping columns since I moved to Grafton and joined the garden club. Two friends I made in the club shared my enthusiasm to write a column for the Grafton News. I proposed the title, approached editor Charlie Bolack, and voila, my friends and I had a column to enjoy writing. Only it turned out they didn’t have as much fun doing it as I did, and soon turned the whole column over to me. Eventually I joined Word Press and began posting here.

          I began this column in the early nineties when the trend toward holistic and natural goods and behaviors was beginning to crest. At that time, the content and direction of my column was primarily informational. It concerned healthy cleaning solutions, book reports on helpful texts, ways to recycle, and occasionally, something from my point of view. After some time I discovered that many of my readers preferred the more personal columns, so I trimmed my sails to the proverbial wind, so to speak and focused more and more on perspective pieces.

          Since some of my perspective is a reflection of my experiences both as a child and as an adult, pieces of my personal history began to creep into my writings. Many readers have since commented on how much they like that aspect of it.  Once again I have seen the way the wind blows and acted accordingly. It’s fun for me to share some of the memories I have of times before computers and cell phones, not to mention 24 hour television programming. Some of you may remember the test patterns on the small black and white TV we watched as children. They began when the evening programming ended.

          So where do the New Year Resolutions fit into this picture? Quite simply I’m not making any this year. My resolutions do not seem to survive the first few months, and they usually have to do with projects not behaviors. If I could say that the projects I resolved to complete were finished or the behaviors changed,  I might still make a resolution or two. Yet I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe making a resolution about something to accomplish or even work on for the new year jinxes the project. And that worries me, so this year I resolve not to resolve, I will instead welcome any surprises that the year has to offer.        

The way things have gone in my life, it seems that everything falls together the way that ultimately works best. So why should I meddle? I do know that there are things I once wished for that I am relieved I didn’t get, and things I never thought to wish for that to my delight have. I will leave the resolving and long term planning to the Powers that Be and focus on the present moment in the new year to come. Wait…does that sound like a resolution? Shh no that’s not a resolution, just my focus for my life. Happy New Year to all, I wish you, my dear readers every joy in the year to come.

The Time Thief

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The Thief of Time has struck again. Where has this past year gone? Some of it was taken up with appointments, some with shopping and of course, cooking. My emails take up a considerable amount of it, however that’s my fault because I like to answer each one, even if only with a quick acknowledgement. To be sure before I had a computer I had a considerable snail mail correspondence, however my letters were generally longer than my emails usually are. To me time is a precious commodity and one to be cherished.

Is there ever enough time to do what I’ve planned to do? Stephen says there’s a man who comes by, and stands outside on the back porch with a basket. He uses it to stash away the time he steals. If I could catch hold of him I’d ask him what he does with it and if he’d please stop. I sure could use the minutes he steals from me, and perhaps many others as well. Haven’t you ever wondered where that last hour went? Or even the last day? Well now you know.

Stephen and I call him the Time Thief. He seems to be most active twice a day: when I get up—the hour that seems to vanish between rising and breakfast or the doings of the day, and the hour of 10 PM when I start to get ready to go to bed. Somehow when I do get between the sheets, much more time has passed than I anticipated. This time thief can be very frustrating. All too often I plan on getting certain things done by such and such a time and lo and behold, the time thief has stolen away some of the minutes I thought were mine. I think I’ve even heard him chuckling.

There are whole books written about better time management, but they do not take the time thief into account. I know of no other explanation for my failure to have the hours and minutes I believe I need to do what I plan to do. Of course I never plan too many tasks to fit the amount of time they require, do I? Me? No, never! On the other hand, I feel sure that if I am able to plan more carefully or move a little faster or somehow eliminate a task or two from my list I will have managed my existing time better.

My conundrum may have something to do with getting older. Do I actually move more slowly than I used to? Could it be that my body simply does not whisk through my tasks as fast it once did? Having no way to measure the past, I find myself unsure. Do I do things more carefully than once I did? That would be a plus. Perhaps my reach simply exceeds my grasp and I am more ambitious than realistic in the goals I set for myself.

To that end I have devised two resolutions for 2018. First I resolve to be more mindful of priorities and not leave important things for the last minute. And second I will be more mindful of the passing of the time and outwit the time thief that way. Who knows, one day I might even be able to catch hold of him and then I’ll have a great handle on a good source for more time.