Screw it

I decided to go ahead and do a list or resolutions for next year. 2008 was a banner year. I didn't even get half of what I hoped done, but as I promised, I'm not going to get too upset about it.

Next year, I thought I'd go in a different direction. I'm not asking for any radical changes. I think the list speaks for where I am. This list isn't about self-mortification or rejecting who I am in favor of a new, improved me. The main thing is to be a little happier. Everybody could use that, right?

Looking back, I did some things right in 2008. I spent more time with my family. I was home more often than I've been in years. I fought for my kids. That may not be apparent to everyone, but it's what I did. I kept food on the table. Nobody went hungry in my house this year, unless they wanted to.

I never did lose the weight, didn't get in shape, but I took less shit. So far, I'm not dead. All of these are pluses.

I haven't been published yet, but I'm trying. I've also started another book. I'm at the squirmy end of it right now and will be fixing the whole damned thing for months to come. I'm a writer. Of that, there is no doubt in my mind. I'm just not published. I'm not an author.

So, I have a new list and I'm still adding to it. Jaded, but ever hopeful, I'm looking forward to a new year.