I am writing this post from 2011, which feels like it ought to be the future, even if it is really just the present.
I remember being a kid and charting out the major milestones of my life. Not things that were going to happen, like when I’d get married, but certain thresholds. When I’d graduate high school, when I’d be half as old as my parents. And, from there I remember thinking, I’ll be 30 in 2011.
And we’re here!
I don’t make resolutions – at least, not for the new year. Why should 1/1 be any different from 4/5 or 6/6 or any other day of the year?
I don’t make any promises to myself, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have goals. I have a hugely complex spreadsheet of goals that I grade each year, like my own personal annual report, but I also have a very simple, overarching trio of goals I set forth here seven years ago today: know what I’m spending, what I’m eating, and how I’m using my time.
I feel like that got away from me a little in 2010 with the annual report-grading, house-buying, bass-playing, comic-collecting, gig-headlining, soundtrack-writing, novel-authoring, learner’s permit-getting(!), and other related madness.
I’m excited for 2011 because all of those things all already in place. The house is bought. The bands are rocking. The graphic novel bookcase is established. My recording gear isn’t in the same physical space as my suit jackets and my home office.
I am writing this post from the future, and it is filled with opportunity.
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