It’s on this night that I take stock of my year. I’ve been doing this since my life changed in 1988 … so thirty years. Raise a glass to thirty years.
In 1988 I met the one. Married the one. Had a child with the one. Christmas Eve found me in the downstairs of a wee two bedroom apartment, playing Santa for the two new females in my world. I scrimped and hustled and saved to make it nice … and I sat up late afterward, drinking eggnog and nibbling cookies and thinking it all over. Big changes, new adventures. A twisting unknown road ahead. And i raised my head and silently asked for strength. Not so much help … as strength.
“Let me be a good partner. Please let me be a good father … grant me strength to walk this road ahead.”
Thirty years and thousands of miles away and … an entirely new life … here i am again. Grateful.
But asking for strength.
New Year. Resolution.
Something simply stated, but with determination and a specific goal.
I want to improve on my basic skill set. I want to tell better stories, create better scripts, live out loud more loudly, and polish up the heart on my sleeve.
I’m going to write one fictional story each week. Maybe based on people I know, maybe woven from thin air. Most will suck, especially in the beginning. I hope that gems will uncover themselves in the process.
I’m going to be more open about my views and life events in this public blog.
Not daily writing (maybe) but several times a week, providing whoever wants to read it an in-depth story of what’s going on in my head. Dangerous? Scary? Yep.
There will continue to be my semi-monthly column in Genii magazine. I will write for the podcast. I will create new magic and share more video.
It’s a big undertaking, and i’m doing it in order to not become lethargic or mediocre.
Some of it may hurt. Me. You. Them.
I’m sorry … I’ll do my best to be cruelty free, but I’m going to be honest. Art demands it.
Life is criminally short and one time around is all you get. Let the art do the talking.
My New Year’s Resolution is this: