My dear Sarah,
Soon after you told me that you are reading these December letters, my entries stopped. I don't blame you if you thought, "There she goes again." I had an attack of the ningas cogon variety. My writing froze, and it became easy to succumb to the laziness.
I wrote some letters, but never got to post them. Or to be more truthful, I never made time to come daily and post each letter. You probably could have predicted what would happen. My track record doesn't show impressive follow-throughs. Even with all those years in your company, your tenacity at projects hasn't rubbed off on me yet. Shall we hang out some more?
You are one impressive person. So dedicated, determined and brave! I've told you this before, but just in case you dared not believe me, I say this again.
The way you challenge yourself with new projects is one of your many virtues. You're not one of those people who would plunge headlong into an endeavor without counting the costs. To watch you start something is to see you finish it. That speaks to me like a gentle rebuke and a quiet challenge that I, too, can do that, if only I would apply myself.
With this new year, I have another chance. I have several schemes in my head for next year. It will be disheartening if we predicted my started-to-finished ratio. I won't even say that I will try. Somehow, promising to try do not translate to results.
Well, I guess, I just have to do it, right?
