Years, that is.
New Year has never been terribly significant for me. In our family, Christmas has always been the big occasion, and my New Year’s Eve has been marked by a quiet evening formerly in the company of Mr Kelly, and then of Mr Holland. Of course, I’ll be heading out the door in a couple of hours to join in slightly more than a night in front of the TV.
I’ll remember some things from 2008, in, as they say, no particular order:
- Our first foreign holiday in a while.
- I, and others around me, have spent rather a lot of time in the City Hospital. I was only visiting, but others in my family were the ones being visited.
- I’ve met many great people for the first time.
- I’ve been aware of my outlook on various things changing dramatically.
- Most memorably, 2008 has been the year when my wife and I discovered our impending parenthood. (See previous point :-)
So. 2009, then. I’m not one for resolutions — they always seem doomed to failure — and I tend to be hostile to too formal goal-setting. Instead, I have a few what you might call hopes-becoming-intentions for the coming year.
- In 2008, I read fewer books than in any year since I was in my early teens. I’m not happy with that, but it’s a matter of time and priority. In 2009, I’d like to read more, but I’ll settle for becoming comfortable with not.
- I hope to write more — for profit (of course) but, more importantly, for fun. I am under definite orders from my wife to enter at least one competition this year.
- On that subject, I’d like to break my habit of constructing sentences with such a confusing number of paranthetical clauses :-D
- I’d like to attain a slightly closer to normal body mass index.
- It’s my intention to photograph more. At some point around our move back to Northern Ireland, I stopped taking pictures just for the fun of it. More on this one next week.
- Then there is everything that will come with the birth of our child. I’ve no idea where to begin, there.
There it is. One year on its way out, one on its way in.