A year of good choices

2020 and 2021 are just a blur. The kids ask me what we used to do for fun...I barely remember. They also ask what we did before we had a cat...I remind them about the months with the pinball game in the living room. I remember March of 2020 and the surreal feeling of leaving the office for what was going to be just a month or two. 

Two years we have been mostly at home, mostly with each other. I have, in the meantime, made some choices that have had repercussions. I have gained weight and haven't been exercising. I have eaten too much and drunk too much alcohol. I have not been outside as much as I used to be. 

Sure dates are arbitrary and why choose January 1 to makes changes over any other day, but still, it's there and I want 2022 to be a year of good choices. I have a lot of reading and writing to do. I hope to be done with my phd coursework by the end of the year. In the meantime I have a lot of philosophy to absorb and understand. Practice theory looms large. 

If I could make the choice to be the best possible ME, maybe I will reconcile with myself by the end of the year and feel good about where and who I am. 

Already the year is lighter than the last.