When I look back at my resolutions for 2021, they look a lot like what I thought I’d resolve to do. In 2022…
I tracked resolution progress for a while, but the spreadsheet went off the rails eventually (which means I can’t talk about every resolution accurately…)
I did blog every night, but it wasn’t always the most meaningful of things.
Sleep? In bed by 11 every night? Nah…
Exercise? Finished better than I started. When I started the year, I didn’t realise I’d discover I was missing a vertebra. Or have my wisdom teeth out. Or strain some muscles. And I forgot I was going to go camping for a month. I don’t remember running until Thanksgiving, I managed to hit my pull-up goal in January and never again, and let’s not talk about swimming or losing weight. (This year may be easier, with Invisalign being the next-best-thing to having my jaw wired shut.)
I played the banjo a few times. I juggled a bit, but not much. I hardly flossed at all until I got my Invisalign fitted, since when it’s been three times a day.
I got a bit better at Blood Bowl – there was a slump at the end of the year but I finished with a 24% win rate and a 54% lose rate – a big improvement on 17% and 66%, and I won a tabletop tournament – seems like the computer is harder than real life.
We still have too many unread books. I bought even more miniatures and didn’t paint them all.
Was I good? Was I kind? Think it’s too early to tell.
So that’s what, 2 out of 10? Better start thinking about easier ones for this year…