I suppose seeing how 2022 is knocking on the door, it’s probably time to jot down a few New Year’s resolutions.
Well guess what? I’m not going to do the resolution thing this year. Frankly I don’t need the added pressure of trying to change my way of life or try something new.
This year it’s “Keep it simple, stupid.” Sure, I might tweak a few things, but not to the point of stressing over it.
2022 is going to be the year I relax and live life to the fullest, subscribe to the “It is what it is” way of thinking. … Take one day at a time, don’t sweat the small stuff, realize I can’t fix stupid, and look at the sunny side of everything.
Okay, so that’s not going to happen. But what I will work on in the new year is I’ll try not to swear as much at the jerks that don’t dim their high beam headlights at night. I’ll cut back on my one finger wave to the folks who don’t use their blinkers.
To my wife, Mary: I pledge to listen to you more intently. If not, I’ll at least fake it.
This one is a tough one, but I’ll try to call my kids and grandkids their own names and not the names of one of their siblings.
This one will be easy: I will use Weber, Traeger or Blackstone at least once or twice a week for a year. Maybe I’ll make that an average of twice a week for the year.
As you can tell, I am not real serious about the resolution thing, but like most of you, I do take a moment and reflect on the past year and look forward to the New Year with hope for better days ahead.
Happy New Year!