2012 Resolutions

I’ve been racking my brains these past two days in search of new new-year resolutions for 2012—different from those from 2011—, and I didn’t find much. I think I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing: writing books, blogging, working out, eating healthy, staying close to sober. I could add more to my plate, but really I don’t see the point. I’m content with what I have right now; I just hope it will last a little bit more.

2011 was hard, but I learned much and achieved some. Frankly, 2010 and 2011 were among the best years of my life, so far. And sure, there were dark hours, but I handled it, sort of—I’m still in the process of doing so. And I’ve still got a lot to figure out, still much to work on, and even more to achieve. Spacejet is out and about, and I’m overjoyed. But more will come in time.

I’m 34 now, which means I’ve reached my 35th year. A long time ago, a friend prophecized this was to be the year when I reach my heyday. Now, I don’t believe in prophecies—except self-fulfilling ones. Still, this two-year period (the one before my 35th birthday and the one after) is my deadline. This here is when I make it. Not because it was written in the stars, but because I want it bad enough.

So, Happy New Year to y’all! It’s been a fine journey together, and there are many more adventures yet to come.

Love,

—Terry