From The Publisher

’Tis the season of resolutions (as opposed to the jolly one rapidly vanishing as time marches on). Many folks with good intentions make them — whether they be health-, heart- or mind-focused — and then life sometimes gets in the way. At the gym in January it seems as if the crowds have doubled. Many in their newly gifted workout attire come in with the best intentions, attempting to make up for extended periods of no exercise in a matter of days, only to discover that their bodies beg to differ. Many gradually drift away when the dark, cold mornings battle for their attention with a warm bed.

I was listening to an NPR show recently where listeners were asked to call in their resolutions, leaving them recorded for the station to edit and play. There were an array, from the usual lose weight and get in shape to the tech-related (I am finally going to get WiFi) to personal growth (I am going to learn to play the piano). Until a woman caller (let’s call her Sue) left the following (I am paraphrasing): “My husband and I decided that we are in for a great adventure. We are both in our sixties and we have decided to sell everything we own, except for five boxes of personal mementos we are storing in a friend’s attic. We have bought a Winnebago and we are going to see the country. I have always wanted to see the ocean and never have. Now is my chance.”

My first reaction was how bold, brave and exciting, but then she continued: “We are both of poor health. We have Parkinson’s and mine is progressing more rapidly than his. But he has had heart trauma and had a mild stroke. So this is our chance.”

And then she said a few words that focused like a laser: “You see, the worst burden that we can carry through life is regret.”

So as we start this year by profiling BYOB restaurants that may be out of your comfort zone (“The Drinks Are On You”) or perhaps inspiring you to strike out for education (“School for Supernovas”) or to protect the environment (“Stormy Weather”), let’s hope it is without the burden called regret.

Enjoy the Rhode. –J.J.P.