This coming Tuesday, at exactly 10:14 a.m., I will turn 49 and thus begin my 50th year …. which I’m declaring “The Year of Saying Yes.”
Yes to the last minute lunch invitation that I always turn down.
Yes to the late dog walk when I just want to lie down.
Yes to staying at my desk for that extra hour or 3 to write and rewrite when I’m soooo done and I don’t feel like writing anymore.
Yes to traveling by plane or by car (no matter how complicated or difficult) to see the people I love most.
Yes to reading authors like James Michener and Sara Paretsky because I’m bored with the literary darlings and just want someone to tell me a goddamned good story.
Yes to more vegetables and less pizza (after tonight!)
Yes to writing more essays where I have the most unpopular opinion.
Yes to that miserable hike up Hell Hill.
Yes to less news … TV and internet and Twitter.
Yes to calling more and texting less.
I hear that calling — actually ringing someone’s phone and hoping they answer — is now considered rude. What in the hell is wrong with us?
But I digress….
In this Year of Saying Yes, I’m starting by saying Yes to a last-minute invitation to hike and tour Hungary, Slovakia, and Poland with an acquaintance, 6 people I’ve never met, and 2 guides.
Which is why I’m reading Michener’s POLAND.
I’m not messing around.
What are you trying that’s different, that’s shaking you up?