Amy Roberts: Resolutions for the New Year
December 31, 2013
I can’t believe it’s been a full year and I’m still not a better person. When the calendar flipped to 2013 last year, I vowed to gossip less, be more patient, and not monopolize the conversation. That all lasted until about January 2nd, when I heard a rumor about a person I don’t care for, and I immediately called a friend to tell her what I’d heard, embellishing a number of the details, and wouldn’t let her get a word in edgewise when she tried to ask me questions.
It’s 2014 and I still have the same exact flaws I did one year ago.
So this year I decided for my resolutions, I’m going to win the lottery, become a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, grow six inches taller and buy a house in the Caribbean hey, if I’m going to fail anyway, I might as well fail big.
Despite my inability to stick to the side of the leaf I vow to turn over each year, I do admire people who can look towards a new year and actually keep the promises they make to themselves. Those people I’ve never before seen at the gym, who are suddenly there every day. Or the people I see at the grocery store each week, whose carts now overflow with vegetables and fruits instead of soda and chips. Or, the like the guy I met on a chair lift at Deer Valley this weekend, who at the age of 53, told himself he was going to learn how to ski in 2013, and realizing he was running out of time, booked a trip out here over Christmas.
"In 2014, my goal is not to procrastinate as much," he told me when I noted he was cutting it pretty close calendar wise.
Meeting this guy made me think of my own experience learning to ski when I first arrived in Park City. Being from Nebraska, I was decidedly not a skier when I moved here. I spent nearly 20 years in a state so flat you could watch your dog run away for three days. So being a decent skier, or even having a basic skill set, wasn’t exactly a geographical requirement. But when I moved here, I quickly realized it was going to be a very lonely winter if I didn’t learn to ski ASAP.
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How hard can it be I figured? I’d seen kids who could barely walk head up to the resorts.
So I did what any 26-year old who had never skied before and moved to a ski resort on a whim would do — I Googled "teach yourself to ski," printed out the step by step manual and headed up to Deer Valley Resort.
The trickiest part was the first step called "getting off the lift" in which I was instructed in all caps: DO NOT FALL. Miraculously, I managed that. Step two was "Find a run marked with a green circle." Seeing as how I know my shapes and I’m not color blind, that too was fairly easy to accomplish. At step three, I got hungry. There was lots of talk about pizza wedges and french fries. Beyond that is where I nearly killed myself. At one point, I stopped and got my folded, printed-off instructions out of my pocket and started reading them. A ski patroller came up and asked me if I was lost. "No, I’m just on step four," I replied.
I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure I might be the only person who ever learned to ski from Google. And though it wasn’t a New Year’s resolution, it was a goal born out of necessity, it’s still about the only thing I’ve ever resolved to do and successfully stuck to it.
So I have nothing but deep admiration for those who can make a list of ways they wish to improve their lives and actually commit to it. For those of you vowing to lose weight, exercise more, eat better, be kinder to others, take out the trash more or just spend less than $3,000 at Starbucks in 2014, I wish you success.
As for me, I’m resolving not to make any resolutions this year. That way, I know I can accomplish my goal.
Happy New Year!
Amy Roberts is a longtime Park City resident, freelance writer and the proud owner of two ill-behaved rescue dogs, Boston and Stanley.