I wanted to start off 2013 with some sort of shrinky, reflective wisdom, but it seems I doled out all my good New Year’s stuff last year in this post. I maintain my position that resolutions are for suckers and regret is at best a wasteful way to spend one’s time.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have an agenda for the coming year, and by that I mean goals beyond the rigours of my current wifestyle. Personally, I think gazing at snow-pillowed peaks all day is a perfectly acceptable aspiration. Trouble is, it doesn’t pay the bills and, if I’m completely honest, it’s not exactly what I want to do with my life. Which brings me to goal number 1: finding a way to support myself—financially, sure—but more important, finding that ‘something’ that supports my spirit.
Naturally, I have other goals—whipping my middle-aged arse into better shape, making serious efforts at improving my French, but I can’t even gather the energy to think about facing that one, so back to goal number 1. Continue reading “The Year of Living Illogically” »