Everyone is making resolutions and setting goals, but I don't have clear picture of what I want the next year to be, besides filled with delicious snacks. I feel like I ought to remedy that, even in the most hopeful of vague aspirations. While I'm figuring things out, I keep returning to my favorite bit of life-advice I've ever received, from one of my most beloved human beings on the planet. Mr. Gould offered it in an email years ago, but it still hangs on my wall as a friendly reminder.
He's right. Time to get up and go.