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that retrospective, looking forward thing
Jan. 5th, 2009 02:31 pmIt. Is. 2009.
That means next year is 2010. Gah!!!!!!
Where are the space hotels, godammit? Where is my awesome life?
The new year has rolled in, and I'm ready to make some changes. Last year was lots of fun, but in the end I only checked off one thing from my list of life "to-dos", and that was hiking to the top of Half Dome. It's been two years since any major travel. It's been two months since my writing experiment. The backyard project is almost done and will be taking up less of our time and thought.
After several years of "I don't know what's coming," and no resolutions, I'm ready to take control of my life and kick myself in the pants.
1. I will write at least 3 nights a week. Goal: 50,000 words by the year end.
2. I will maintain or improve my physical fitness (the muscles held up suprisingly well in Mammoth last week).
3. I will take a vacation that involves real travel, overseas or cross-country.
4. I will read more than one book - it's pathetic that I could only think of *one* that I'd read last year.
5. I will not expect to have a meaningful or fulfilling career as an engineer (I'll just stick with lucrative, thankyouverymuch).
Regarding that last item, every job has started with promise and, one way or another, fizzled out. Either I have bad luck, poor job selection skills, or else "it's me, not you". I'm beginning to strongly suspect the third case is the true one. I can't make myself have passion and enthusiasm for this type of work, and I keep hoping that I'll be busy enough that it won't matter, but even that doesn't seem to pan out. It's time to stop dreaming about getting out and get serious about using the money as the fuel for what I really want.
The last few years had a lot of coasting along and having fun, but I'm tired of feeling regretful every time I look inward. Other than my marriage and my education, there isn't much that I'm proud of, and life isn't going to drop a sense of accomplishment in my lap. No more excuses.
That means next year is 2010. Gah!!!!!!
Where are the space hotels, godammit? Where is my awesome life?
The new year has rolled in, and I'm ready to make some changes. Last year was lots of fun, but in the end I only checked off one thing from my list of life "to-dos", and that was hiking to the top of Half Dome. It's been two years since any major travel. It's been two months since my writing experiment. The backyard project is almost done and will be taking up less of our time and thought.
After several years of "I don't know what's coming," and no resolutions, I'm ready to take control of my life and kick myself in the pants.
1. I will write at least 3 nights a week. Goal: 50,000 words by the year end.
2. I will maintain or improve my physical fitness (the muscles held up suprisingly well in Mammoth last week).
3. I will take a vacation that involves real travel, overseas or cross-country.
4. I will read more than one book - it's pathetic that I could only think of *one* that I'd read last year.
5. I will not expect to have a meaningful or fulfilling career as an engineer (I'll just stick with lucrative, thankyouverymuch).
Regarding that last item, every job has started with promise and, one way or another, fizzled out. Either I have bad luck, poor job selection skills, or else "it's me, not you". I'm beginning to strongly suspect the third case is the true one. I can't make myself have passion and enthusiasm for this type of work, and I keep hoping that I'll be busy enough that it won't matter, but even that doesn't seem to pan out. It's time to stop dreaming about getting out and get serious about using the money as the fuel for what I really want.
The last few years had a lot of coasting along and having fun, but I'm tired of feeling regretful every time I look inward. Other than my marriage and my education, there isn't much that I'm proud of, and life isn't going to drop a sense of accomplishment in my lap. No more excuses.
