I’ve never been one to make a New Year’s Resolution. It just isn’t me.
It might have something to do with self-confidence. Maybe I’m afraid of failure.
In other words, I don’t have enough confidence in my ability to follow through on some promise and, knowing that, I don’t promise anything.
That doesn’t mean there aren’t some resolutions I could make for 2011 even though we’re into the fourth day of the new year.
I could resolve to be a better listener, but frankly I don’t even listen to myself. My wife often asks me as we engage in conversation, “What did you just say?” and I can’t remember.
I could resolve to take care of business in a more timely fashion instead of leaving stuff to the last minute, such as the creation of my weekly column.
But I have a lifetime of living to deadline. It is the great dictator of when I do things. And frankly, from knocking out a weekly radio show script in the 1970s to getting the City Council meeting written up as late as my last job in 2003, I seem to do better under the stress of there being no more time to dawdle.
After I’ve sharpened all the pencils, although none are used in the creation of this column, and refreshed the coffee in my cup, I still take time to check the e-mails and steal one more glance out the window to see if it’s raining yet.
All this said, I have no trouble making New Year’s resolutions for everyone else — my kids, my grandchildren, quirky friends, the federal government or even the city of Atascadero, for example.
What I do love is getting a brand new year every 12 months.
It always makes me feel good that there is a sort of “do over” time for this long-suffering world, and I always hope that the new year will be better than the one that just ended.
I always hope that the world will be a kinder, gentler place for mankind; that wars will be ended, hunger will be alleviated; that no nation suffers a major earthquake or flood and wildfires don’t devastate people’s homes and property; and that we all will be more tolerant of diverse lifestyles and viewpoints.
We’re into the new year by four days.
So far, so good. Of course, this was written three days ago and anything could have happened by now.
Lon Allan has lived in Atascadero for nearly four decades. His column appears here every week. He can be reached at 466-8529 or firstname.lastname@example.org.