It seems this blog will not die. As many times as I've tried to kill it, the ashes always spit it back out. Here we are. As we barrel towards 2013 (!), I've set several goals for myself in the coming year. One of the biggest (and perhaps most difficult to succesfully achieve) is my commitment to write here every day. I miss it. I miss the release of a good idea into a tangible thing that I can remember later. I miss feeling like I'm developing an ability to communicate. I miss using that part of my brain. I miss the community.
If the course of life is a waveform, I have learned what notes make
Crap analogy.
Life is a ride. I know what track makes me happiest
Cut the flowery bullshit.
Here are the things that make me the most productive, creative, fulfilled, and happy:
1. Having a clear mind.
2. Being physically fit.
3. Staying relatively sober. (relatively)
4. Writing it all down.
5. Managing my time.
6. Embracing the people who make me happy.
7. Enjoying life now.
I'm sure there are more, but my goals for 2013 tick most of these boxes. I don't care who follows me on Twitter. I don't care if you read this or don't. I don't care what shit excuse my brain makes to try to prevent me from taking creative risks, in this or any other medium. I don't care anymore.
I'm over it.
2013 is the year of outputting things that matter to me, not just generating content that will make me money/get me a job/land me somewhere else. If I can somehow carry that over to my personality IRL too, all the better.
I'm 41.
I'm ready to live deliberately and not, when I come to die, discover that I have not lived.
Every day for a year, starting January 1.
Even if it's just a sentence, this space will have new content every single morning for all of 2013.
Scary shit.
