So, the New Year. Chesterton memorably remarked that the object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. I have scratched my head as to how this may be possible. Instead, my resolutions for 2013:
- One French poem read aloud to myself, with passion, in my notorious A-level accent, every day of the year.
- To repay every single act of kindness towards me with two acts of kindness towards someone else.
- To stop looking down at my hands as I play the old keys of life with my cloth ear.
- To dust more frequently.
- To cease and desist with the belief that every creative act has to result in something.
- To stop worrying about being original. One is always original – except when one is trying to be.
- To learn to cook. Anything.
- Fail better.