Happy 2025!
Jan. 1st, 2025 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glowingfishWe are less than one hour into the New Year in Costa Rica.
So funny story: I have been reading "Naked Came I", the biography of Auguste Rodin, over the past few weeks. My copy, which I found in the library's free book gazebo, was falling apart, which made it harder to read. But I was getting through it, and when I woke up today I had about 80 more pages to read. I thought to myself "I might as well finish this in 2024".
Then, as we got later on into the evening, I realized that it was 11:30 and that I had set it down and still had almost exactly 30 pages left to read! I thought I read at about a page a minute, so I started reading, and looking up to see that as the clock went down...I had the same amount of pages remaining. Down to 10, 5, and 2 pages, and 10, 5 and 2 minutes...well, the book was about a page longer than I had calculated, and so the big fireworks started going off just as Auguste Rodin was on his death bed. So I missed my totally arbitrary goal by 1 or 2 minutes.
Okay, and also, maybe I shouldn't have given myself such a weird and arbitrary goal, but: it did inspire me to finish something.
And maybe that is a metaphor for 2024.
But now, by which I mean we, and probably the reader, is in 2025.
So funny story: I have been reading "Naked Came I", the biography of Auguste Rodin, over the past few weeks. My copy, which I found in the library's free book gazebo, was falling apart, which made it harder to read. But I was getting through it, and when I woke up today I had about 80 more pages to read. I thought to myself "I might as well finish this in 2024".
Then, as we got later on into the evening, I realized that it was 11:30 and that I had set it down and still had almost exactly 30 pages left to read! I thought I read at about a page a minute, so I started reading, and looking up to see that as the clock went down...I had the same amount of pages remaining. Down to 10, 5, and 2 pages, and 10, 5 and 2 minutes...well, the book was about a page longer than I had calculated, and so the big fireworks started going off just as Auguste Rodin was on his death bed. So I missed my totally arbitrary goal by 1 or 2 minutes.
Okay, and also, maybe I shouldn't have given myself such a weird and arbitrary goal, but: it did inspire me to finish something.
And maybe that is a metaphor for 2024.
But now, by which I mean we, and probably the reader, is in 2025.
