Five bottles of champagne split between six people is how I started my new year. At the time, I wasn't thinking much about what I wanted to accomplish in the coming year. But now that I have had some time to reflect upon where my life currently is versus where I want it to be, I am a little overwhelmed at the thought of all the decisions and all of the work ahead of me. I won't say I have any particular new year's resolutions. I think they are stupid, like diets. Why only make resolutions once a year? Why not start pursuing your goals the second you form them, regardless of whether it's January or August? That's not to say having aspirations is stupid, on the contrary I think it's healthy and wonderful to continuously want to better yourself, and I definitely have a vision of where I want to be by this time next year. So instead of the term "new year's resolutions", lets call them "forever life goals."
A few of mine: Quit being so lazy and get my ass off the couch more often. Figure out what I'm passionate about and pursue it. Don't be afraid to make decisions that will displease other people if it means I will be happier in the long run. Eat my way through New York City. Cook with ingredients and methods I currently find intimidating. Stay in touch with friends, old and new. Travel more. Be bold. Be patient. Be kind.
And now that I've spilled my guts to all of you, I'm going to count these cheese soufflés as a step toward one of those goals.