I woke up yesterday, January first 2015 with a belly full of hope and a brain full of ideas of what I was going to accomplish in this upcoming year. I, like many other human beings when given a calendar with a new year number and a bunch of empty squares are immediately filled with the desire to create an assortment of tasks and goals for which to fill those squares. Tasks which become the benchmark on how successful our year was.
So I set about the annual tradition of creating my goal list for 2015. A list that in the past that has included items such as eating more donuts and learning all the words to the Nicene Creed. Two goals by the way that I failed to accomplish. Surprisingly enough eating a donut a day is much tougher than it sounds, although this was probably my most delicious goal I’ve ever set.
Start a Procrastinator’s Club
This one has been a desire of mine for the past 8.5 years. Ever since July of 2007 I’ve wanted to start a club devoted to procrastinators. I’m not saying that I’m a procrastinator, I just saw a need in the market for a club dedicated to the art of procrastination. This is something that I want to get started in 2015 and yesterday I was supposed to write the bylaws. Something that after opening up the computer to begin the process of creating bylaws and other procedural documents I put off in leu of riding my bike trainer. I mean I’ll get this club started in 2015, I’ll just start working on it tomorrow.
Don’t Forget My Pillow
If you have ever traveled with me, and if you have consider yourself lucky as I make an excellent travel companion full of wit and handsome to boot, you will often times notice that I forget my pillow. I don’t know why I always forget my pillow, I just do. There have been many a trip where my pillow has remained at home and I end up using a sweatshirt or a pair of jeans to rest my head. Now it’s not that I don’t mind sleeping on a pile of crumbled up dirty denim, I find it lovely at times expect when your head rolls over the rivets. No it’s that I need to get a little better at remembering the small details in my life. I sometimes get lost in the big picture of where I’m going and forget the small, yet important details, like a pillow, and I need to get better at looking at all the small details while keeping an eye on the big picture.
Upgrade my phone to OS8
OS8 scares me and I’ve resisted the upgrade to the new operating system, but not in 2015. No sir I’m upgrading to OS8 this year.
Race my bike
This year I want to get up early on a Saturday morning with butterflies swarming in my stomach, get myself dressed in a kit that doesn’t quite match, and head to some dot on a map to race bikes with a bunch of other middle aged men who have something to prove. Bike racing scares me and intrigues me at the same time, but I know if I don’t race at some point in my life I will deeply regret it when I’m 80 years old and sipping milkshakes on my front porch. I’d rather be able to regale my grandchildren with epic stories about how their grandfather was pack fodder at small time Cat 5 races, then tell them tales of how I spent every Saturday going to Home Depot to look for deck boards and new kitchen faucets, speaking of which I do need some new deck boards.
Give stuff away
I have too much stuff and I need to give my stuff away. I don’t know how I got so much stuff, but I have too much of it. I think 10 plus years of Saturday morning trips to town have added up and I now have too much stuff and I need to get rid of it. If you are in need of some stuff let me know and I’ll be happy to give it to you. My stuff is pretty nice, it’s not all beat up. I do have one caveat attached to this, I do not have too much bike stuff. I’ve researched this and a scientist once told me that the science has decided that it is impossible to have too much bike stuff and hey who am I to argue with science.
Be more awesome
Goal # 5.83
Grow in my faith
This is something that I all to often put off to tomorrow, where at night I often find I’ve forgot this important detail of my life. I’m scared to upgrade and grow in my faith, convincing myself that time spent at Home Depot is more important than time spent racing around the inner workings of my brain wrestling with why I believe. In the end when I do grow in my faith, I am more willing to give it to others, which in the end is pretty awesome.
God Bless and have a happy new year