It's the middle of the month of the new year, and you haven't reduced your screen time, learned French, lost weight, organized the drawers or anything else you resolved to do. January sits on your chest like a fat, dead possum.
But you know what they say about possums: They only play dead. So embrace the good news — you have a live, nasty possum on your chest.
Let me rework that metaphor. You have plenty of chances to start something new, and it's just a two-step process. Step 1, slowly roll over, so the possum slides off. Two, look at that glossy community education catalog that arrived in the mail. It's full of interesting classes. It's like college, without the crippling debt and early-20s sense of existential despair.
Paging through the catalog, I was annoyed by the practicality and usefulness of the courses. You could combine them all into one class:
Take charge of your life with Aromatherapy Book Club Yoga, now with Wine Tasting! Break out of your winter blahs by smelling old books whose spines have been cracked open, then do some yoga and try not to make the same sound as the book. Finally, enjoy a crisp chardonnay while our instructor teaches you how to memorize necessary wine descriptors, like "fruity top note," "jammy middle" and "Drano finish."
Then everyone has another glass and forgets to discuss the book they were supposed to have read. Meets every Tuesday. Wine, books and yoga mat not provided.
For more ambitious learners, there's Advanced Aromatherapy Book Club Yoga Wine Tasting. You'll learn more terms, like "mossy bouquet" and "twist-cap junky jug juice, but I like it" while doing difficult yoga postures, such as "The Possum, Sprawled" and "Shameful Goat." The books no one actually gets around to reading are difficult Russian novels.
Here's a few others I'd like to see.