Christmas has come and gone and I have a few quiet days this week. Looking back on this year seems a pointless exercise, and looking ahead is filled with mixed emotions. And yet perhaps the worst feeling of all is this sense of stasis that I cannot shake. How many times have I told myself to just get on with it already, only to creep away to nap or stare mindlessly into a blank screen? I never used to understand the act of making New Year's resolutions, but I realize now it comes from that hinterland between unchangable past and unnamed future. And so I'm making a list and checking it twice and will see what happens. Or something like that.
