Hmmm. 2007. Hopefully it will be known as something other than The Year I Turned Thirty. Resolutions, you ask? I dunno.

The past two years, I’ve resolved to do something active and different that I’ve never tried before. And thus far, I’ve been successful. I’ve learned to surf, tried snowboarding, and gotten myself in shape in the process. That was part of the point, but I’ve personally found it much easier to do when I’m focused on a goal that is more specific than “get in shape.”

This year, I’m considering making the Danskin Triathalon my resolution. I’m really intimidated by triathalons. I’ve only just this past Fall done my first 5k. As with snowboarding, though, the amount of $$$ I have to pony up to achieve this resolution is daunting.

Thirty terrifies me. I keep thinking it will be better once I get past it, once I wake up the day after my birthday and I don’t have a saggy bootie and arthritic hands and a solid head of gray hair. It’s irrational, but aging is at the top of my list of things that I fear, and that fear is uncomfortably exposed these days.

I also think I’m going to make it a resolution to reach out and find people that I’ve lost touch with over the past decade since I graduated from high school. Some not even that far in the past — girls who left activities, bridesmaids I just don’t see, old roommies. The part that is so hard for me is the staying in touch. The getting in touch part is easy. At least, easier, though that too can be daunting when it comes to the moment of, “Hi, what have you been up to the last ten years?”