I had to fill out a form for the DMV yesterday. I’m sure you already know what I did—How many times have you written 2021 so far while you’re putting a date on something?
Which poses a whole other question: How many checks do you write anymore anyway?
Some meme was going around with a couple dinosaurs carving the wrong pre-historic era into a slate. No, this is not my forte. But still, I Googled to learn that the Paleolithic Period was when stone tools were developed, some 40,000 years ago—long, long, after the dinosaurs. I’ll leave you to Google how to label the dinosaur eras. I have no clue.
I had a nice vacation! It’s good to get away and recharge. I’m good at shutting it off. Spend some time in peace down the shore. You know, it’s nice.
Did you make any resolutions?
Every year somebody will post a meme on social—some snapshot of a packed parking lot—caption: “The gym this week.”
Less screen time? (now there’s an auto-app to monitor that on iPhone).
More alone time?
I’ve been exercising on my indoor trainer for the bike so I can get back the 5 pounds I put on during the holidays from Thanksgiving Chex mix to Christmas cookies. You know—it’s a mess. And it’s no resolution—I know better than that. But, I’m trying. I am gonna do better.
Gonna shake the Etch A Sketch (very old-school reference) and do better.
That’s it. There’s my one, and only resolution. Do better. Gonna keep following Jesus and do better.
If it were easy, I guess everybody’d be doing it. What do you think? Can we try?
Go ahead, Google Etch A Sketch. You won’t offend me. I already know I’m old.
Grace, Peace, and Happy New Year! Scott
ps. Confession: after all that, I saved this document as Jan. 12, 2021. Augh!