Categories: journal
Tags: aspiration
Date: 05 January 2009 13:10:55
We were asked in church on Sunday whether we had made New Year resolutions. I didn't feel like announcing to the congregation my intention to floss every day. Mostly, people were planning to lose weight. In retrospect, I could have talked about my aim to read through the gospel of Mark - slowly and carefully, making use of my new found awareness (Asperger's Syndrome), not being afraid to read it my way, and not to gloss over some of the things I find difficult. Of course, I didn't open my mouth (and it's good that I don't feel guilty about that).
Usually, in church, I find myself sitting at the front, because that's where my daughter likes to be, but on this occasion we arrived late, and remained at the back. I felt so much more comfortable (partly because I'm tall, and always worry when standing for hymns whether I'm blocking someone's view).
I'm thinking to-day of establishing another goal. I work on a university campus on the edge of town. I think that it would be good if I try to take a walk at lunchtime - every lunchtime, if possible, and once a week to walk further, to the top of a nearby hill. I wonder if I should set a target for the year to climb the seven hills upon which this city is built (not Rome, unfortunately), not necessarily during my lunch breaks, which would have to become unacceptably elastic ...