5/17/2004 05:35:26 PM|||Amy|||Today, I am 33 years of age. I was thinking this morning, as I was getting ready for work and examining the bags and lines under my eyes and thinking about my slowed metabolism and how it curses me, that instead of thinking of today as the start of middle-age, encroaching old age or the near end of my youth – I will think of today as the true New Year. My new year. I began 2004 with one major resolution in mind, and that was to resolve the linked personal issues that have draped themselves around my neck in albatross-like fashion. So far, so good, in that one of these things should be accomplished within the next few weeks, clearing the path for the larger, more emotionally charged issue. I don’t know for certain yet if I will be able to resolve the second issue by New Year’s day, 2005 – but that was my original goal and I am going to try to keep it.

So, since I am making progress on the goals I set for 2004, I am going to set new goals for my 33rd year – which, frankly, I’m not sure what they would be. Maybe I could start with making a habit of walking the poor little dog who is ripping up the backyard with energetic frustration.
|||108483332616452437|||My Brand New Year