I'm fond of New Year's Resolutions because of a strong one I made more than twenty years ago: I resolved to take at least one risk each week. I didn't do anything worth mentioning for several weeks, because I was working with a lousy definition of "risk," but once I fixed that, the resolution took on real life. By the end of the year, I had left my job, was living in Hungary, and was writing more than I ever had. Though I'm back in the States, my Hungarian wife and bilingual kids are regular reminders of how much I owe to that wonderful resolution.
This year's resolutions are boring. Maybe it's time for me to revive that old one.
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