It’s the last day of 2011. In some ways it was a good year (I had disposable income) and in other ways it was a bad year (I lost my disposable income).
It seems that those in the blog-o-sphere feel obligated to post an end-of-year recap or something along the lines of how the coming year is going to be better. OK, I can do that too.
There are some trends among the blogs this year:
I haven’t been blogging long enough to do a “blog best of” recap, so you’re not gonna get that.
I haven’t taken enough pictures throughout the past year to do a photo retrospective, so you’re not gonna get that.
Not too many people are doing an actual New Year Resolution list. Maybe I can just go the traditional route.
Oh wait. There’s one here.
Oh. I guess they are.
Well, I thought I’d be different so everybody would be “OMG! He TOTALLY went retro! How awesome!” Guess my plan has failed before it even began.
Oh well. I’m going to do it anyway. I don’t care.
First up is HEALTH.
This is me right now as I’m writing this post:
I should have taken a picture so you can see more of me, but I don’t want to lose readers. Trust me when I say my gut is approaching beach ball dimensions and my muscles are evaporating into the ether. That has got to change. So, this year I am going to get in shape. I’ll be 41 in February and what’s happening to my body has become unacceptable.
Now, I’m not looking for this…
…but at least back then I could ride my bike for more than a mile without feeling like I was going to die. Which leads me to…
I have got to friggin’ stop. Period. Bad for me. Bad for the kids (I do smoke outside the house, but that’s not good enough). Just bad all around.
Goes without saying. However, I’m not going to just grab the first job that wants me. I need to get a job on my terms. Will it take a little longer? Yes. Will I be better off? I certainly believe so.
I am going to write everyday. Whether it’s a blog post, short story or a novel, I’m going to write EVERY DAY. I need this more than any other thing, I think.
A friend and I were talking on Christmas day and he said to me that music is what defines him. Writing is what defines me. It has been missing from my life for too long and I need to get it back.
And lastly, DADS ARE GOOD MOMS, TOO.
There are tons of “Mommy Blogs” out there. There are “Daddy Blogs” too. But I feel that parenting roles have become blurred with our generation. This coming year will also be a document of my role here at home and the things I do for the family. 2012 will be the Year of the Maddy (or Dommy).
I’ve come a long way since this picture was taken:
…but my journey is only half done.
The first half I let too many people and outside forces control my path. The second half will be on my terms and I’m going to be happy.
Even if it kills me.
Hopefully, it won’t come to that.
Then I’d be bummed.
Happy New Year, everyone!
P.S. If I linked to your blog, it wasn’t to make fun of you. I linked because I visit your blog frequently and enjoy what you write. No lawsuits, please.