this year i spent new year's weekend in martha's vineyard, a posh island off the coast of cape cod where i summered as a 3-year old. i returned for bike trips, once on the back of a motorcycle with my dad, and again for high school weekends to visit a friend's cousin -- titillating slices of frat life a few months before college started.
but winter was entirely different; there is something magical about the off season. as if you are privy to a secret shared by only the knowing few. it's like being in somebody's house while they're away on vacation; you get that delightful sense of sneaking around, stillness appreciated as an absense of the usual noise.
and i especially like to make new year's resolutions -- the kind that i know i will keep -- in the vein of "keep doing this great thing i'm already doing." that way there is no disappointment, no letting myself down. it's like writing something down on a to-do list that you've already done, then checking it off. self-serving? definitely. missing the point? probably.
here is a selection from jacki's resolutions, 2007:
- start yoga again in february, continue for the rest of the year except for months when i'm not entirely in madrid
- celebrate my 30th birthday in style. feel wonderful about being 30.
- pick up guitar again. sit on my terrace playing guitar in summer.
- read the novel i wrote in november. edit it, if it seems worthy.