Resolved: The Great Debaters gave me chills at times, made me laugh at others, and kinda left me wanting to see and learn more about the art of debating, but mostly it just made me proud.
Resigned: I complain about having to work daily. It's not that I don't wish to work all, it's just that I wish I knew what I wanted to do. And since I've yet to figure that out, I can't seem to conquer the incredibly sinking, slowly festering feeling that I'm just not doing what I've been blessed to do and daily I'm trying really hard not to be too bitter about it. I don't hate my job -- "resigned" pretty much sums up how I feel about it, and that's just not a feeling I want to carry for years. It's certainly not the people (for the most part), it's not really the place, it's just not me. It's just wrong. (I still feel like Theo wearing that horrific Gordon Latrelle shirt Denise tried to sew.)
Resolved: "We do what we have to do, so we can do what we want to do." - Denzel Washington
Resigned: Daydreaming. I can't seem to stop it. I can daydream about anything, too. Falling asleep, chillin' on a beach, tucked away in a mountain cabin writing, roasting marshmallows, hanging out in the library, driving far, far away ...
Resolved: New stress relief tactic for the workplace -- the imaginary blowdart. Sure, it looks like I'm taking a toke, but the sharp exhale bursts that follow (and pummel my targets' heads) is oh so satisfact'ry.
Resigned: Cussing under my breath. It's inevitable. At several points throughout the day I'm just gonna do it; it's just bound to happen; someone's just gotta wrench that last part of my nerve.
Resolved: To post here and on blogspot once a week. About something, anything.
Resigned: To let one car in ahead of me whenever there's heavy traffic. Hey, I have to do what I can to maintain my Southern hospitality in the midst of these excruciatingly erratic PA/DE/NJ drivers.
Resolved: I will continue to celebrate my singleocity with a flair and insouciance all my own.
Resigned: I will not be able to avoid stupid people. My forcefield just isn't strong enough.
Resolved: I choose not to subject myself to situations that I flat out know are going to be awkward: Chit-chatting with people I know good and well I'd rather not chit or chat; finding a man, any man, so my grandma (namely) and others will shut up and stop giving me the pitiful "I just don't know about you" sighs.
As yet another New Year approaches, I have to say I feel more good about it than bad. I'm a bit indifferent about turning 28 -- what does it mean, really, when one had no clearly defined benchmarks set for such an age? It's just a number. My knees and ankles seem to be doing a much better job of indicating my age than any number anyhow.
Things I'm looking forward to in '08:
- Still tryin' to travel more. This year I'm taking a cruise in addition to going abroad SOMEWHERE/ANYWHERE.
- The 10-year reunion. I feel good about the fun it'll bring.
Overall, I continue to feel good about the things in my life. Goodness knows things could be worse, so I'm just trying to practice gratitude daily ("Thank you God for waking me up this morning and starting me on my way," "Thank you, cuss word, for perfectly explaining the implosive feeling I just felt," "Thank you Mama ... for everything," "Thank you, green light," "Thank you, my favorite writing pen," "Thank you, 5:30.").
I'm as always, forever grateful for y'all, my friends, homies, jokahs, pals, darlas/dearies, etc. Love y'all and see you soon in '08 :)