This is going to be one of those blog posts where the author lists their resolutions for the new year. It’s boring and old, I know, but I like putting resolutions down “on paper” so to speak. It makes them feel official, and if they go unfulfilled there’s evidence of a failed attempt. It puts the pressure on me to stick to my convictions and gives me the impression that I’ll be letting people down if I flake on them. Realistically, no one cares about these but me, but here we go:
– Continue working out and get in better shape. I’ve been exercising and eating better since August. I’ve lost flab and gained definition. In the new year, I want to push myself to do harder exercises so I can inherit the legacy of my Buff Dad. If you want to see my progress (mostly shirtless photos of my dad-bod), check out my Instagram account.
– Take photographs again. My last attempt at a photoshoot was a disorganized mess, and shortly thereafter some discouraging things were said to me about my photography and myself as an amateur photographer. My confidence was shattered and I seriously considered selling my trusty old camera. In the new year, I’m going to get back behind the camera and rebuild my confidence.
– Stargaze. Last year my amateur astronomy/stargazing was all but nonexistent. Between the stress of buying a house and taking care of a new baby, my priorities were sufficiently grounded. Now that I’ve got a better handle on being a homeowner and a father, it’s time to look skyward again.
– Be happy. I had a lot to be happy about in 2015, but the year ended with me as an emotional wreck battling an extended bout of depression. In the new year, I will be happy because I will choose to be happy. It really can be as simple as that. At least I think so. Let’s give it a try and see what happens when the self-hate demons come to visit me again.