New Year's what? I don't even remember

In one of my journals somewhere I have notes about what my New Year’s resolutions were. I’m sure I wrote them down . . .
Anyone else remember what theirs were? Have you been keeping them? How’s that going?
Mine was something about getting up earlier in the morning. Meditating a little longer. Maybe some yoga.
Also, staying positive. Bringing fresh flowers home from the deli? Writing fewer lists. I don’t even know.

I have notes from a New Year’s talk my teacher Josh gave about “keeping one thing in mind” rather than burdening yourself with a list of 20 things you were going to accomplish in January. I think maybe I never picked what the one thing to keep in mind would be. Then he said something about “rewarding yourself for the effort you put into the process, not the achievement, because achievement is its own reward.” Okay. I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing here, but I’ve been rewarding myself with these organic chocolate cookies every day. Right after breakfast! They’re great for writing.
Also, I have started a novel.

I’ve been hibernating. My apartment has these gigantic windows that face into what in any other country would be a common area, but in New York is a bunch of walls and fences subdividing everyone’s backyard. I can see into the backs of ten apartments from my bedroom. And I can see everybody’s cats.
Pictured above: a doormouse hibernating.
It’s not that I don’t leave the house. I spent the day yesterday at the map room in the New York Public Library trying to find reliable maps of Indian territory. Here check these out. Pretty, right? I’m into it.
So what were your resolutions again? Or has February erased them all? The elections? I had remained in a happy state of non-attachment, figuring I would cheerfully vote for whichever Democratic candidate got the nomination, but then, thanks to my fellow bloggers here, I started watching Obama videos on YouTube, and got attached. And now I’m suffering, because November is a long way away, and no one can promise me he’ll win. New Year’s resolutions? Not getting attached, maybe? Right, right, right.

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