Not necessarily resolutions, per se. Realizations, perhaps.
Last year was one of the odder years of my life.
I ended up experiencing a lot more pain than I expected at the onset, and I’d prefer not to go through that again. I’m hoping it’s something I can avoid in the future, but I see more pain coming. We’ll see.
My first resolution for the new year is that I’m not going to willfully terminate my existence in 2008. This probably sounds melodramatic, but it took a lot of time to come to this decision. I need to give myself a year, and see if I’m in the same state, before I decide to do anything. Or at least that’s my thought for now. So, stopwatch started. Let’s see what happens.
As with any year, I need to read more. I need to exercise more. I need to get past my fear of hiking, and get back in the woods. I miss the woods. I need to get out more. Meet more people. Spend more time with friends, less time alone. I need to find new music.
Something I need to figure out: The west coast has a strong pull for me. I seem to have more friends out there than I do out here now. That’s weird, and I don’t know what that means. I don’t know if there’s a compelling reason for any of this, or just a sense of escape to somewhere not here, with the other side of the country being as opposite as I can get. I don’t know.
I’ve set myself a goal of making it to the Galapagos islands within two years.
And, I think that’s it. I think that’s enough for now.