Starting the new year off right, I have resolved to be more patient and proactive. We must set reasonable goals, which is why there is no mention of a fitness membership. Yesterday, I took down most of the Christmas decorations Rebecca insisted we put up after Thanksgiving, and then I did what naturally follows an exhausting afternoon of storing excess holiday crap in a cluttered basement: I signed up for Medicare. Yep, as my late Aunt Nores used to say, “You’re approaching another speed limit, Jin.” That meant my next birthday was a “big one,” ending in a zero or five. This April, I’ll be 65 and Medicare eligible. Whoa.…