So many of us are making New Year's resolutions, and I usually do too. The flip of the calendar is as good an excuse as any to examine the shortfalls and throw a little spackle into the gaps. I'd like to knit more for others, lose a little stash, resist some of my acquisitive creature-comfort Taurean nature, and play outside a little every day. But the very idea of resolutions seems to me to suggest a general lack of faith in who I really am, an emphasis on failures rather than accomplishments, a distress and dissatisfaction that can't be good for my inner Blanche DuBois. Besides, I know that if I make a resolution, I am destined to break it, because I am a creature of abiding habits and really, I don't think there's too much wrong in my personal sphere of influence that needs to be fixed. I like my fibery life. I collect wool because I love it. I count stitches instead of listening to my husband's question about where today's paper is because I am focused. I fill my jeans to the seam line because my husband is a fabulous cook and he always always pours the perfect wine with dinner. But frankly, drop shoulders on a sweater is a fine and flattering style on this frame of mine, and aren't drop shoulders so very much more simple a thing to knit than set-in sleeves? So instead of resolving to change, I am resolving to embrace what is, to be content, and maybe, just maybe, to make a few more Dulaan mittens this year than I did last year, because that is a generous thing, and generosity is something that can always be improved upon.
Happy New Year, everyone.