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.</il>
- 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. </ul> There it is. One year on its way out, one on its way in.