I have no resolutions this year, really, except maybe some work-related ones. I
can think of a few things I'd like to change, but not much to
improve.
At work, mostly I'm resolving to keep going on
through and beyond my project, to drive it through and get it done. It still
scares me, since I have very little idea of the technical how-to's involved, and
since it depends on a number of other people many of whom are not (yet) too happy
about the idea. I still don't really know what I want to be when I grow up, but
the situation I've gotten myself into is wonderful for at least the near future.
Plenty of opportunity to learn and practice new skills and tools.
I
keep thinking I should be nicer to Rudder, but then I keep thinking I'm nice to
him when he's nice to me, already. Maybe I should be nice to him all the time,
just as a test of character?
I don't really need to work out more. I
do need to continue getting the same amount of exercise (which I have notably not
been doing duringthis vacation) and I really need to revamp my workout to deal
with my burnout issues. Or I could do something like bagging half of the sporting
activities and going for my instrument (flying) license instead. At the very
least, I need to join the Million Meter club on the erg -- I'd be way past it
already, but I've only been logging my distance for the past less than two years.
I've got just over 100K to go, so could finish it this month if I were willing to
really buckle down.
The one area of my life that is not satisfactory
is that I don't really have many local friends. Every time I make a friend here,
he or she moves away. (Is it me?) Maybe this year I should concentrate on trying
to build relationships. I'm finaly outgrowing the tendency to want a prefect "best
friend" who's interested in everything I am. There are just not too many people
who are into rowing, flying, and reading everything from Heinlein to Austen to E.
Nesbit to de Lint to Hambly to Bryson to L.M. Montgomery to Doug Hofstadter....
and it's just unreasonable to think that the person with those interests would
just happen to live in my zip code. Now I'd be happy to settle for, say, someone
who reads Heyer instead of Austen, or Niven instead of Heinlein, or Perry instead
of Peters (all inferior choices in my book
her own to discuss even if it doesn't match mine. But they have to read and they
have to think and they have to do .... something. Especially the first two of
those. And they have to like me, an important qualification. There are a few
people at work I think have promise, so maybe I need to make an effort to reach
out, especially to the ones in my former department whom I don't see much any
more.
So there's a resolution, and one that should be pleasant to
implement. Oh, yes, and I need to continue to buld up my nest egg, too, though
that will be a bit less fun.