Here’s why:
First of all, I’m sitting in the airport waiting for a much-delayed flight back to freezing cold NYC and I need something to distract me from watching the poorly-attended-to children wreaking havoc on the terminal.
Second of all, it’s New’s Years Day and ringing in the holiday with a peaceful, quiet evening in Florida gave me lots of time to reflect on resolutions of years gone by.
I think it speaks volumes that I can never remember my New Years resolutions from one year to the next. It must be because I do such a fabulous job of achieving them that they become seamlessly integrated into my life by the time Dec 31 rolls around again. Right? Obviously.
Or…I just throw together some silly promise for myself then don’t give it proper attention in the months that follow. That also might have something to do with it…
If I make it back to New York in one piece, I’m going to date.
I need to do it soon, because 30, single and bitter/sarcastic is turning out not so fabulous. Even if dating is not totally fabulous, it just may out-do hanging out at home on Friday night with my pet lizard, researching the history of the bassoon on Wikipedia.