Monday, December 06, 2004
Prescience
I can't believe it's December already. I went to change my calendars this morning and realized that I hadn't changed one of them since October and another since August! This year has really been zooming by.
As I get closer to the end of the year, I'm approaching the end of a number of things. The end of 2004 (it seems like just yesterday we were thinking about the upcoming millennium change), the end of my 36th year as this particular human (by birthday is in January, hint, hint), the end of my contract with my current employer (fraught with conflict as the term ends, too), and the end of my days as an out-of-shape couch potato (per my doctors).
Of course, the end of some things also mean the beginning of others. 2005 is going to ROCK. At 37, I'm not getting older, I'm getting better. My employment prospects are still a bit hazy, but the new venture does involve my new PowerBook (not saying just quite yet, Sean). I'm slimming down, not for ego, but for health.
I've never really been one for New Years' Resolutions, because I've been so bad at keeping them. In fact, the last time I made a New Years' Resolution ("Date-free in '93") I broke it resoundingly (I got engaged in May of 1993). So I'm not going forward into 2005 with a bunch of "resolutions." No sir, these are my necessities. Nothing on this list is a want or wish. I don't "resolve" to do any of these things. I have to, for my family's survival.
OK, maybe that came out a bit over the top, but it really captures the essence of what I'm facing. If I don't get in shape and lose weight, I will suffer major medical issues in the short term and a diminished life span in the long term. If my new employment venture doesn't work out, I'll be sleeping in the homeless shelters really soon. You get the idea.
Bottom line, I'm doing these things for myself and my family. I'm not trying to get these tasks accomplished, I'm not wishing that these goals will magically be realized. I know it's going to take hard work, and I'm going to do it. I owe that to myself and my loved ones.
Entire contents of this site © 2003-2008 Eriq Oliver Neale/Simultaneous Pancakes Media unless otherwise noted. I hate that I have to point that out...As I get closer to the end of the year, I'm approaching the end of a number of things. The end of 2004 (it seems like just yesterday we were thinking about the upcoming millennium change), the end of my 36th year as this particular human (by birthday is in January, hint, hint), the end of my contract with my current employer (fraught with conflict as the term ends, too), and the end of my days as an out-of-shape couch potato (per my doctors).
Of course, the end of some things also mean the beginning of others. 2005 is going to ROCK. At 37, I'm not getting older, I'm getting better. My employment prospects are still a bit hazy, but the new venture does involve my new PowerBook (not saying just quite yet, Sean). I'm slimming down, not for ego, but for health.
I've never really been one for New Years' Resolutions, because I've been so bad at keeping them. In fact, the last time I made a New Years' Resolution ("Date-free in '93") I broke it resoundingly (I got engaged in May of 1993). So I'm not going forward into 2005 with a bunch of "resolutions." No sir, these are my necessities. Nothing on this list is a want or wish. I don't "resolve" to do any of these things. I have to, for my family's survival.
OK, maybe that came out a bit over the top, but it really captures the essence of what I'm facing. If I don't get in shape and lose weight, I will suffer major medical issues in the short term and a diminished life span in the long term. If my new employment venture doesn't work out, I'll be sleeping in the homeless shelters really soon. You get the idea.
Bottom line, I'm doing these things for myself and my family. I'm not trying to get these tasks accomplished, I'm not wishing that these goals will magically be realized. I know it's going to take hard work, and I'm going to do it. I owe that to myself and my loved ones.
