I have been a horrible blogger this year. So horrible that when I sat down to write about my goals and whatever, I went back to read my post on reflections from 2013 and found that I hadn’t written one.
In a larger context, I rather think 2014 sucked in a “validating the title of my blog” way. Yesterday, when news about the death of Mario Cuomo broke, someone linked to a clip of his address to the 1984 DNC. And I thought, “Thirty years later and not a damn thing has changed in this country.” Too many people still can’t make ends meet and even more feel hopeless, helpless, or otherwise disenfranchised.
For me personally, it has been a pretty good year. I continue to be unreasonably lucky in my health, family, finances and opportunities. I‘m afraid that I am becoming too comfortable. It has been five years since I finished my Master’s Degree and I haven’t seriously considered any other major pursuits. I continue to volunteer with the same places – doing good work – but hardly branching out. I continue to work with the best employer ever, which has me placing my work above other priorities. I’d planned to stop doing that. I’ve said before that when one chooses to be child-free, the question of The Meaning of Life is not a no-brainer. But we do know it is not to spend more time in meetings.
So maybe this year isn’t about how many books I am going to read or how many blankets I am going to make or how many volunteer hours I put in or how many visits to the gym. Maybe it is about getting the hell outside my comfort zone and doing something different.