At the start of another year, bah, humbug is what I have to say. Those words are mostly used during Christmas, but I love Christmas and very much dislike a new year.
This is when you’re supposed to make some type of resolutions to turn yourself into another person. This includes things like losing weight (that’s an automatic for me, but I never make it a resolution because I know myself too well and it never works). Then there’s the “do more exercise” resolution (an automatic “no” for me, since I’ve had four spinal surgeries in the past two years. I do good to stand on my own two feet for very long).
I guess there are probably a couple of things I could try to do a little better, such as being kind to others. I’m usually very kind to other people, but every now and again, I run into someone who tries to rile me. I’ve never actually hit anybody, but the thought has entered my mind.
This particular personality trait is mostly reserved for sales people – you know, the ones who hover over you in the store, asking over and over again if they can help. There also are ones who let you know they believe you’ve made the wrong choice. What’s up with that? I know what I like and dislike, not them. My choice for this year is to try and ignore them or make myself believe they are truly strapped for money. Then maybe I won’t snap back.
Another promise I’m making for myself is to put more music in my life. I was raised by a concert pianist and music teacher. There was always music in my house growing up. Until a couple of years ago, there was always music in my house, too. I don’t know what happened to make me quit, especially because it makes me so very happy. I’m talking mainly about CDs and my iPod. Both of them are very important but will become much more important in my life throughout 2013.
The piano is another story. It’s been sitting there for several years, and I haven’t touched it for at least four of those years. Everybody tells me, “It’s just like riding a bicycle. You never forget.” To those people I say, “Well, I never learned how to ride a bicycle, so that wouldn’t apply to me, would it?”
Acceptance needs to start being more a part of my daily routine, such as accepting the fact that I can’t go out shopping all day long like I used to, accepting that I can’t entertain large numbers of friends at one time like I used to, accepting the fact that I have very big bones, thus the fat to protect those bones. It’s time for me to sit back and really smell the roses.
So those are the promises I’ve made to myself for 2013 – to have more patience when shopping, turn on the music every day just for me and accept the fact that I am retired and can do pretty much what I like and know my limitations. I hope your new year is great, and that whatever wishes you make come true.
(Pat Fickle is a Martinez resident.)