As we approach the end of this wretched year, I look to next year to bring new shit. Well, actually not shit per se, just new stuff. Better stuff.
And by stuff, I don’t mean material things (though, those are nice!), I mean a better set of life circumstances.
2011 has been, I hope, the last of my bad years for a while. Not that 2011 was all that bad, mind you. It just wasn’t…well…anything.
So, here’s what will happen for me in 2012. I’m not into resolutions or predictions or prophecies. These are the things I know will happen, because I will make them happen.
- I will gain employment of some kind. It will be satisfying and remunerative…well, at least remunerative. I don’t need to necessarily be fulfilled by a job…just paid. Something my previous employer couldn’t wrap his mind around.
- I will lose some weight, some substantial weight, and get healthy for my fifties. I just bought the P90x boot camp DVDs, some exercise bands and a mat. It will happen.
- I will move my writing career along. To something. Now, whether that’s a collection of short stories or a novel or an agent or whatever, I don’t know. But my writing career will ratchet up. Maybe I won’t be a household name just yet, but I’d like to approach the household in 2012…say the yard or the shed, perhaps.
- I will be a better, nicer person. Perhaps, the hardest, but always working on this.
So, that’s it. That’s what will happen in 2012.
Oh, yeah, and then my Mayan-themed 49th birthday party on Dec. 21, 2012, followed closely by the end of the world.