Birthday Dreams

Today starts my birthday week. Since my birthday is on a Friday this week, I thought I would wait until Monday of the week proceeding before I would start it. This would avoid the post birthday letdown occurring over the weekend: a common occurrence when planning for a whole week celebration of the date of my birth.

Narcissistic? Undoubtedly. But it’s only once a year and I don’t think one week of narcissism out of a possible 52 is all that bad. I don’t harbor any beliefs that I deserve it more than other people who only celebrate one day out of the year, but as Clint Eastwood said to Gene Hackman in “The Unforgiven” right before he shot him, “Deservings got nothing to do with it.”

My goals this year include there being less of me at next years birthday week. I simply must get my lazy fat ass under control.
To write more music and spend more time recording.
To kiss my Sweetie more often, whether she wants me to or not.
To play with the boys more often.
To eat better tasting food.
To remember the mantra, though love and beauty are everywhere, they are found in the strangest of places.
To get to bed earlier.
To realize that watching the Styx “Behind the music” for the fifth time is probably enough even though it’s still just as funny as it was the first time.
To eat less chocolate but enjoy it more.
To read more books.
To become a better writer.
To redesign my web page.
To become a better guitar player.
To go to sleep and wake up happy.
To enjoy my dreams, but not enough to bore you with them.
To pet the cats more often.
To watch at least one sunrise in a good mood.
To get out to the ocean more often.

This list is by no means complete. It’s just a few things that came into my head as I sat down and wrote this. Perhaps I should make a tally so that next year I will be able to look back and evaluate my progress of me making me a better person. Then again, maybe not. I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea that I spend any more than one week a year in a self-indulgent frenzy.

Sometimes opening the door to reveal ones limitations can be like dumping chum off the back of the ship; there seem to be enough sharks partying off the waters of ego island without supplying them a written invitation to dinner.