2014 will be different

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’
Now the days go by so fast

So 2013 sucked elephant balls. But I’m going to set some goals for 2014. That way maybe it won’t be as terrible as last year.

  1. I am fatter than I have ever been in my life. So the first goal will be to lose some weight.

I really have a hard time believing that, just 2 years ago, I weighed 176 or so. In the intervening 2 years, I have managed to pack on nearly 60 pounds. I really think that some of my health issues - notably, my insomnia - stem from my weight. As I was diagnosed with sleep apnea in October, surely losing some weight will help that.

I’ve pretty much accepted two facts about myself: 1) I will never be skinny (even at 176, I was pudgy in the mid section), and 2) I will never like exercise. So, that having been said, my goal will be to get in a simple three times a week workout at the gym, and get my weight back down under 200 pounds.

  1. I need to GTFO this house.

I know I’m a new parent and all, but I am really fucking tired of my entire existentence being relegated to this house. If I don’t go to work, I’m here. I never have any fucking fun anymore.

So this year, I’m going to institute Mandatory Fun Time. At least once a month (and preferrably more often), do something just for fun.

As a collary to this, go to a con this year. For fun.

Would you believe the last convention I went to just for fun - and didn’t work at all - was Mephit Furmeet 2007? It’s been nearly 8 years since I just went to a con and had a good time.

  1. Blog more.

Would you believe I’ve posted more in the last month than in the preceding 11 months? Now that I think about it, I regret not writing more. But this new setup I have on my own domain is a bit more conducive to writing.

  1. Complete the following outstanding projects:

  2. Finish the garage. Drywall goes up, paint the walls, paint and seal the floor. Build shelves and install a workbench and cabinets. Clean out storage room.

  3. (Re-)Wire the house. All the rooms need Cat-6. Front room and office need coax as well. All the terminations that are currently in the upstairs closet need to be moved to the new wiring closet. Also, install some 802.11ac access points and a pfsense box to replace DD-WRT.

  4. Try to stop dwelling so much on the past, and start looking more towards the future.

I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean…I guess I should

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When I wrote this, I was listening to:
Counting Crows - Long December

Kira is an Alabama-based collie dog permanently stuck in 1999. Her hobbies include software, trains, and doting on her wife, daughter and far too many cats. Lover of comfort foods, science fiction, alternative rock and progressive rock. Often wandering around without a clue. Proudly weird, proudly queer. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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