I stayed up late to watch the gaudy ball come down over Times Square, had a small amount of low priced but good Spanish bubbly, then departed for a night's sleep to begin tackling the tasks of the coming calendar year. After pondering for a month, there is just not that much more personal upgrading that I would like to undertake. It would be nice to live with less clutter but do I really want to do the things that bring it about? Maximize longevity? Yes, up to a point. Exercise daily, probably not. Write a book for posterity? Maybe. Create fixed time devoted to nothing else, unlikely.
For the first time in a while, I could say that life has been going reasonably well, with the usual stresses but 2011 had fewer crises than most. The relative predictability of job, kids in school a while longer, stable home all create a lull to not want to seek very much beyond that.