Learn the Gregorian chant.
Establish a consistent rule of life.
Get regular exercise.
Start the podcast.
Acquire an accordion, or a mandocello, or both.
I want to have started on at least half of these by the end of the Christmas season. I am not normally one to make New Year’s Resolutions. Every day is a day for self-examination. However, this year happens to end with a lot of habits for me to build or improve.
The past year was not very good. Although I learned much, I didn’t advance in holiness. I wasted a lot of time. I wasted much of it on the computer. Some of it I wasted working. How can that be? I did not make use of the graces offered to me, and I did not thank God for the crosses He sent me. I set a poor example. I indulged bad conversation. When I lost my job, I was devastated, and I still haven’t recovered. The lack of confidence in God that this bespeaks is my own fault.
Compared to my moral failings, the seven resolutions that I have made seem trivial. However, I must keep them just the same. If I do not improve morally, then I know that I will not be able to keep them.
I lost more friends than I gained in 2017. This will probably be the case from now on. I can’t talk to people anymore. I have ordered an etiquette manual to help smooth over the terrible awkwardness that comes with human interaction, but it will likely be a long time before I trust another human. To learn to trust in men does not form a part of my agenda.
Men are despicable creatures. It is a cross in its own right to have to be a fallen man living among other men, toiling away in the hollows of the earth with nary an inkling why they even exist. Lord, I thank Thee for it.Arboretus