the daily snivel
In with the new
I'm sure that I am not alone in having a perennially hard time adjusting to the passage of another year. For the next month, I will be struggling not to enter "2006" as the current date whenever writing something down at work, and otherwise struggling with the shock of the passage of time as though I had been frozen in ice only to unexpectedly be thawed out and woken up a year later.
Perhaps my difficulty is due to the two-fold nature of the transition; each December, I get another year older on Christmas Eve, just a week before the New Year's Eve arrives. So it is that I'm dealing with being XXXI (31) years old just as 2007 hits, and I'm left wondering how it is that 30 (and 2006) flew by so darn quickly.
On the other hand, I don't feel at all bad about the change... it's more that it's odd that the transition came without me ever seeming to get the chance to settle into things the way they were. I'd much rather be 31 than 21, for example, and in terms of a new year coming, well, at least I'm in a pretty good place in my life. If it were a few years earlier, I'd have to go through all the horror of George Bush and Steven Harper gaining ascendancy all over again. And if it were a few years later, I'd probably be ushering in my 37th birthday hiding in a basement while the Cylon army created by a tragic convergence of Windows Vista bugs crushed bleached human skulls with their mighty steel feet on the surface above as they marched on a grim campaign of death and destruction. So we'll call this the happy medium.
On the whole, I'm extremely happy, too. Thinking back to my New Year's Resolutions for 2005, and then the unwritten ones I'd made for 2006, the past two years have gone extremely well. Toronto didn't work out, but then again I don't feel bad about that. I've smooched some beautiful girls, however spaced apart those episodes may be, and I'm benching up to 250 pounds at the gym. I'm a lawyer now. I have a great job. I have great friends. I call my mother more often (though not yet weekly). I have an awesome apartment.
So here are my objectives for 2007.
First, I'm going to continue going to the gym. I'll aim to go 3-4 times per week, alternating on the weights but doing at least a half an hour of cardio each time.
Second, I'm going to continue my recent, tentative babysteps back into the world of dating. I'd sort of closed that door after coming home from Toronto so that I could recuperate and focus on my busy work life, but I'm in a much better place now and (having watched "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" last night and finding it more than a bit too evocative of the old love life of late) it's clear that I need to flirt more, and meet new people, and smooch more, and unhook more bras. It's also been too long since I've been in love.
Third, I'm going to find a full-time job that I adore. I love what I'm doing at the Clinic, and I have a big appeal to attend in the Divisional Court later this winter (I'll be in my robes and essentially wrote the appeal during my articles, but a senior lawyer will do all the oral arguments), but it's not full-time and the prospect of staying on indefinitely in a legal capacity is very slim. It's time to get out there.
Fourth, I'm getting my bike back on the road -- or I'm getting a new one altogether. I miss cycling so much and I hate busing so much that I'm going to have to suck it up and shell out the clams for a solution.
Fifth, and although I've made great strides on this front, it has to be said: I'm going to continue to make more time for my friends.
Comments:Perhaps my difficulty is due to the two-fold nature of the transition; each December, I get another year older on Christmas Eve, just a week before the New Year's Eve arrives. So it is that I'm dealing with being XXXI (31) years old just as 2007 hits, and I'm left wondering how it is that 30 (and 2006) flew by so darn quickly.
On the other hand, I don't feel at all bad about the change... it's more that it's odd that the transition came without me ever seeming to get the chance to settle into things the way they were. I'd much rather be 31 than 21, for example, and in terms of a new year coming, well, at least I'm in a pretty good place in my life. If it were a few years earlier, I'd have to go through all the horror of George Bush and Steven Harper gaining ascendancy all over again. And if it were a few years later, I'd probably be ushering in my 37th birthday hiding in a basement while the Cylon army created by a tragic convergence of Windows Vista bugs crushed bleached human skulls with their mighty steel feet on the surface above as they marched on a grim campaign of death and destruction. So we'll call this the happy medium.
On the whole, I'm extremely happy, too. Thinking back to my New Year's Resolutions for 2005, and then the unwritten ones I'd made for 2006, the past two years have gone extremely well. Toronto didn't work out, but then again I don't feel bad about that. I've smooched some beautiful girls, however spaced apart those episodes may be, and I'm benching up to 250 pounds at the gym. I'm a lawyer now. I have a great job. I have great friends. I call my mother more often (though not yet weekly). I have an awesome apartment.
So here are my objectives for 2007.
First, I'm going to continue going to the gym. I'll aim to go 3-4 times per week, alternating on the weights but doing at least a half an hour of cardio each time.
Second, I'm going to continue my recent, tentative babysteps back into the world of dating. I'd sort of closed that door after coming home from Toronto so that I could recuperate and focus on my busy work life, but I'm in a much better place now and (having watched "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" last night and finding it more than a bit too evocative of the old love life of late) it's clear that I need to flirt more, and meet new people, and smooch more, and unhook more bras. It's also been too long since I've been in love.
Third, I'm going to find a full-time job that I adore. I love what I'm doing at the Clinic, and I have a big appeal to attend in the Divisional Court later this winter (I'll be in my robes and essentially wrote the appeal during my articles, but a senior lawyer will do all the oral arguments), but it's not full-time and the prospect of staying on indefinitely in a legal capacity is very slim. It's time to get out there.
Fourth, I'm getting my bike back on the road -- or I'm getting a new one altogether. I miss cycling so much and I hate busing so much that I'm going to have to suck it up and shell out the clams for a solution.
Fifth, and although I've made great strides on this front, it has to be said: I'm going to continue to make more time for my friends.
