I recently had a birthday, and am now 41 years old. That gives me a year before I reach 42, which -- as I knew, and surprisingly others also volunteered -- is "the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything."
But the proof that I really am in my forties is that my personal goals are much more modest. Or at the very least it means that I don't have time for self-serving andÂ dysfunctionalÂ causes. More about that later.
As for those goals: weight-loss is a perennial, and I hope we might refinance the mortgage, but neither of these are related to this blog. And then there's legal marriage, butÂ hittingÂ the right mark between civil marriage and our Christian faith -- especially since weÂ had the church wedding seven years ago and the fact that we won't get any more rights by marrying -- means it's more of Â process than a goal.
Not having a local religious home is a sore point, but again more of a process than a goal. I have some thoughts about a nonlocal home that I'll share as the 2010-2011 year goes on.
For skills, I want to be reasonably proficient in Esperanto, say, to read magazines without halting and carry on a non-technical conversation with infrequentÂ circumlocutionÂ or clarifying questions, before the next Landa Kongreso. I also want to learn enough Python -- as a goal -- to use it to solve a problem that I would normally solve in a Rube Goldberg way.
But one goal I'm particularly proud of -- writing 100 letters. Pre-email, I was an avid correspondent, and I both miss writing and receiving proper letters. So that, with dusting off some sermon and knot-tying skills, are my modest goals for the next year. No ultimate questions on display, but I hope to share of some of what I develop here.