It's Saturday again and Brian has headed to the Moss Street Market.
I went out early this morning to walk; the second day in a row, following the same urban route that has enough hills to make me feel I've accomplished something. When nearly home, I told myself that I should do this 5 days a week, and that I should stick to it.
And then my dislike for shoulds and resolutions struck!
Walk...lose weight...cut back on wine consumption...keep away from U.S. political news and, of course, the computer. And on and on.
Resolutions centred on me and my wish to improve and my need to be resolute in keeping to my self-promises.
An online dictionary defines "resolute" as follows:
To be "unwavering" and unswerving" is very far from how I wish to proceed in my life. Where would be the adventure? The chance encounters. The listening to and the embracing of new ideas.
These personal firm decisions, resolutions waiting to be broken, or at least, bent. And then, of course, disappointment in my failures, disappointment in me.