Scott (nocturne152) wrote,

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It's a brand new day...

As I sit here, musing on the past year of my life... I realize I spent most of my 28th year in a state of drunken reclusivity. Now, at the beginning of 2011 as well as the verge of 29 I realize that in this, the final year of my 20s I need to take stock and figure out where I want to go from here. In this, the first thing I'm writing in the new year... I'm not making resolutions. Resolutions are for the weak, fr those who need that feeling of guilt to motivate. I'm instead setting goals. Things I want to achieve before I turn 30 in 2012. Things I was already planning to do, but there's no time like the present for. Things its time to stop procrastinating on but won't matter if I get to it or not. Hopefully some of my friends will be willing to help keep me on task.

First amongst these goals... I want to spend more time in creative pursuits. I intend to spend a good portion of time writing, be it short stories, music, poetry, my poor neglected music blog. I have so many ideas I want to work on it's high time I did something with them.

Next up, I need to get my business off the ground. As I work on that, it's time I finally got some sort of certification. Sure, some of you may claim I'm certifiable already.

I hear someone behind me staging an intervention. The primary thing I'm hearing from them is that your choices are your own. It brings a tear to my jaded eye. I choose to do what I'm doing, because it seems like a good idea. I have made some choices in the past that have turned out to be not so great. I have perhaps spent too much time dwelling on them but the truth is, I regret NONE of them. I have come to realize that I am the sum of my experiences, that they, good or not so wise, make me the man I am today.

On that note, next amongst my goals, I want to take some of those creations from earlier and try to get something published. I don't give a shit if I profit from my effort, but I want to be able to take something and show, if not my own children, my nieces and nephews that I actually did something, that for one fleeting moment, that I was good enough to be noticed.

I want to reconnect with old friends. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a lousy friend. I tend to drift away from those who at the time, mean a hell of a lot to me. For that, I am truly sorry. As I've mentioned, I've become a bit of a recluse. In the past few months, I've only associated with a handful of people, only one of whom I hang out with on a semi-regular basis. I could have an AMAZING circle of friends, but thanks to my tendancy to drift, I only have a few. To people I went to school with, have worked with, I'm sorry.

I want to spend more time with my siblings. I really only spend any quality time with them during family functions. Never really just socializing and hanging. Steven, Rachel, love you both. Let's just hang sometime.

Stimulate my mind. It's become atrophied as of late. Play more chess, do more sudoku, master the Rubik's Cube. I crave intellectual stimulation. I guess this also still stems back to that whole creativity thing.

Level up in a few skills. I've decided to learn how to solder in a desire to learn circuitry design and ultimately robotics. Don't ask me why. Why the hell not?

Jump out of an airplane. Again... why the hell not?

Make some sort of progress in getting my pilots license. I've been talking about it for over a year, time to shit or get off the pot. It was among the most exhilarating experiences of my life, and I want to recapture that.

Fall in love... eh. I could take it or leave it right now. I thought it was something I was ready for, but in retrospect, well... if it happens, it happens. If not, I'm cool with it. Sure, I'd like to have someone to share life with, but I'll just go with the flow for now.

Keep up with the progress I've made since I started working out a few months ago. I'm down about 30 pounds from where I started, but while the scale isn't moving at the moment, I'm noticing definite progress. From a peak high of 267, this is a good thing. T-shirts are fitting a little tighter around the shoulders, pants fitting a little looser. I think I'll keep up with this.

Well, now. This seems like a rather lofty list of goals. With effort, I can make most of it happen. 11 pages so far in this journals I've decided to start keeping. A good start. I fully intend, nevertheless, to proceed in living life to the fullest. As I close this entry, I leave you with the words of one of my greatest inspirations, Hunter S. Thompson: Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
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