Resolutions

Sure, sure. Like everyone else, I’ve been thinking about all the things I’d like to change: how I think, how I interact and treat others, and how I live. And, like everyone else, I also find New Year’s Resolutions to be an artibitrary thing. But even though it’s a symbolic event (the stroke of midnight), this is not to say that symbols are without their own sort of power.

Mainly, I want to get in better shape and to get my apartment looking nicer.

Allow me to elaborate.

Since I moved, the apartment is still, for all practical purposes, a wreck. I’ve needed a dresser for I don’t know how long – I just haven’t made it a point to go out and get one. The idea of spending that much money on furniture is something a bit alien to me, even though I know I really need it. I’ve been meaning to make the whole apartment more hospitable, instead of having several rooms full of randomly organized crap. This particular resolution isn’t all that difficult to achieve – it’s not life changing, by any stretch. It’s something that I keep putting off because I want to read, or watch TV, or fuck around on the computer when I get home from work.

And better shape? Lately, I’ve realized that I’ve gained an awful lot of weight. Ever since I quit smoking, I’ve been overeating a lot. For a while, I wanted to attribute my poor eating habits to a hectic job schedule, this and that. But the past few months I’ve been eating an awful lot of junk, and eating quite too much of it. The beer hasn’t helped all that much either.

So, I’m planning on eating better, eating less, and exercising more. Simple as that.

And fine. I’m going to work on cutting down on that beer.

Honestly, there are a gazillion things I’m looking forward to doing in the new year. Getting better with Actionscript, learning Photoshop more, write more, submit poems to magazines, work on getting that first book of poems publshed, bugging the guys at Q101 and trying to learn how to work with sound better. But most of this stuff I had planned to do anyways. The apartment and getting in shape stuff above seemed like two good goals I could focus on; and I’d be able to use the New Year as an added kick in the butt.

I’m slowly starting to give a crap about how I look. I guess that’s a good sign, no?