Birthday Resolutions

Last year around this time I set out a small list of things that I wanted to accomplish in my 37th year. I thought I’d take a narcissistic moment to explore the results of that list and perhaps start a new one.

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.
Success.
I’ve lost 30 pounds since this time last year.

VTo write more music and spend more time recording.
Total failure on this one.

To kiss my Sweetie more often, whether she wants me to or not.
I did ok.

To play with the boys more often.
I did ok

To eat better tasting food.
Could do better

To remember the mantra, though love and beauty are everywhere, they are found in the strangest of places.
That I know is true.

To get to bed earlier.
Dismal

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.
I didn’t watch it once.

To eat less chocolate but enjoy it more.
Success

To read more books.
Failed

To become a better writer.
Failed. I think I’m getting worse.

To redesign my web page.
Success

To become a better guitar player.
Failed. I have become a better singer however.

To go to sleep and wake up happy.
I think I did ok on this one.

To enjoy my dreams, but not enough to bore you with them.
Success.

To pet the cats more often.
I did ok.

To watch at least one sunrise in a good mood.
Dismal failure

To get out to the ocean more often.
I did ok. In fact we just got back.

So lets see…Success 6, did ok 5, failure 7. I think I can live with that without beating myself up. I really need to do something about working on music though. That’s the one thing that I know just gets better the harder I work at it. I guess it’s time to start working on next years list.

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