When it comes to New Year's resolutions, I usually keep it simple.
Try more new things.
Floss more often.
Avoid plotting the downfall and misery of others who have achieved far greater, yet undeserved, success.
But I've been kind of stumped for 2009.
Prevent myself from becoming a fashion intervention victim on "What Not to Wear"? (Luckily, Stacey and Clinton don't seem to bother with guys much any more.)
Re-learn my signature so something beyond the first initial is legible? (I blame those scan and sign credit card readers at the checkout for this development over the years.)
Master "Louie, Louie" on as many instruments as possible? (That'll teach you for never giving me proper music lessons, Mom!)
I'm open to suggestions.
However, there is one thing I need to do.
I'm half way past 40 and a day hardly goes by that I don't wonder who I am and what I'm doing with myself. My life is good in many, many ways -- I can count at least four of them that live under this roof with me -- but admit to not thinking beyond the next morning, beer or paragraph most times.
No one's ever accused me of being a strategic thinker and I've been fine with that. I've always been one who prefers to do more than devise a master plan, a fact My Love can verify based on my attempts at home repair. But I think I've reached that point where, unless I unlock what I've got hiding inside somewhere and follow it, I'm just going to continue to be rather than live.
So, in 2009, someway, somehow, I need to uncover what's sleeping in my soul.
I just hope it's not a bear.
Or a pissed Gallagher brother.
Take me home, boys.
Video: "Acquiesce," Oasis
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