I made my 2009 resolutions this morning.
It all started on my way to work when a driver swerved in front of me on Interstate 680 and forced me to slam on my brakes. I resolved to stop swearing at people who cannot hear me. How dumb is that?
Then I got to thinking about how my real first resolution emerged earlier this morning after I got up the nerve to get on the scale. I resolved to lose the 10 pounds (more or less, mostly more) I gained while I was on vacation in December. This will no doubt surprise my husband and my son, who will come downstairs and find in the garbage all the leftover fudge, ice cream, pie, ambrosia and frozen cookie dough.
Here at the office, more 2009 resolutions reluctantly emerged.
I resolved to throw out the 50 pounds of 2008 campaign mailers on my desk. It’s not like they contain any facts worthy of the space they occupy.
What about all the political books on my shelf? I’ll never have time to read all these books and more will pour in this year. Maybe I should resolve to read more books in 2009? Or maybe I should just resolve to free up space for the new arrivals. That’s dooable.
And what should I do with all my research files on Dean Andal, the unsuccessful GOP congressional contender? If I toss them out, he’ll run again and I’ll be sorry. I’d better keep them for a while longer.
I have all these boxes of local campaign finance reports, too. I resolve to hound local officials to put these reports online so that I don’t have to slaughter so many trees and store the bones under my desk. That’s better. Badgering people who can hear me is a better use of my time, right?
My best resolution (this one is for my editor, in case she is reading this post) is to revisit my long list of undone stories that went by wayside in the insanity of the 2008 election season.
Given the shaky economy and poor outlook in the newspaper business, I resolve to try and keep my job.
Tell me, what are your 2009 resolutions?