Obviously, I did not get dead. I also had a better time than anticipated, at least in certain areas of my life. I’m glad that I’m continuing to do well on those two resolutions.
I went through my books and even managed to get rid of a few. I can’t say that I did more belly dance for the joy of it. I did at least do more actual dancing rather than just drills, working dance routines into my exercise regime, so I’m counting that. And even though I didn’t do one big good thing this past year, I did do several small things and you know what? They add up.
So, here’s the 2018 half-ass resolutions that are going to carry me through the year.
1. Don’t get dead.
2. Have a good time.
3. Art once a month. I have art stuff. Hell, I have an art drawer (which I just cleaned out because holy disorganized pack rat, Batman). I should use these things. I like to art. I think it’s good for my creativity. But I don’t do it with any regularity. Setting aside a little time once a month to do art would be good, I think.
4. Make progress on my blanket. The reason this isn’t “finish my blanket” is because these are half-assed resolutions and finishing the blanket would take my whole ass. But the truth is that I started it more than a few years ago and it could stand some significant progress being made. Like finishing the front of it.
5. More rerun junkie posts. If I’m on a podcast (Eventually Supertrain! Everyone go listen!) talking about Green Hornet, then I need to maintain my rerun junkie street cred. Especially if I’m actually going to go through with the idea of writing a book about ’70s cop shows.
Let’s get wild, 2018.