What my cold has to do with your New Year's resolutions

Nothing and everything (just go with me here).

Photo credit: Diana Polekhina

I have a cold.

I just cancelled a small gathering I’ve anticipated with glee for weeks. Here’s what I said in a note to invitees:

As I write to you I’m sipping Theraflu, which gives you a strong clue as to what I’m about say next: I must postpone.

This cold has rolled through our house (first, Rael, then me) like a slow-moving bowling ball and knocked out every social plan starting with my actual birthday till now! And it’s not done yet. It’s actually a little bit comical. Point is, I don’t want to do something similar to your holidays. 🎳

The last couple weeks were unusually-packed with parties, gatherings, out-of-town visitors, plus Thanksgiving and my birthday. Finally beyond my post-pandemic awkwardness, I was more than excited to splash around in a lovely puddle of social abundance.

Instead, I bowed out of almost¹ all of it.

Disappointment aside, I’m chuckling at the ridiculous comedy of it all, in the make plans and watch God laugh sort of way.