Jan. 1st, 2017
It was a long year last week. 2016 is dead and buried; it wouldn't be hard to do better, but I don't expect 2017 to make the effort.
I was going to put a summary of the year here. I'm not up for it. See my previous post for a wrap-up of what I mostly didn't do. I can't think of any major accomplishments to report, except maybe living through it. That may have to do.
So now that 2016 is dead and buried -- not necessarily in that order -- let's see what we can make of 2017. Hopefully the goals will be more achievable, if not necessarily easier, because if they're not I'm going to have trouble surviving the next year.
- Downsize. Get rid of as much stuff as we feasibly can, so that we can...
- Sell the house. Preferably in such a way that we can move out somewhere around the middle of June.
- Retire. If possible, after the house is sold. If at all possible, after my stock vests in mid-June, because we're going to need it.
- Move. No idea where; we've had enough monkey wrenches lobbed into our plans that I could start a hardware store.
- Settle in. We will have emergency exit plans, but hopefully won't have to use them.
- Take care of myself. Self-care is one of my weak points. Diet, exercise, ... damned if I know -- I hate exercise.
Is that too much to aim for? I hope not. There are a few things I'd like to do, if I can:
- Get back into recording.
- Do a lot more writing. I wrote a book once; it's not impossible for me to do it again.
- Do a little woodworking.
- Do something that will bring in a little money. I'm not sure I'm up for contracting again, but writing could do it. So could an album or two. And maybe I could start a patreon.
Seventeen years ago I wrote a song, "Millenium's dawn.". It was nostalgic, and disillsioned, and had a place between the last two choruses where a verse ought to have been, but nothing seemed to fit. A year and a half ago, I wrote that verse.
Now we're out where the daylight can find us, But our journey has hardly begun; There are old bridges blazing behind us, And we're drawing new maps as we run. If we want the bright future we charted We must chase down our dreams where they've gone, And finish the work that we started By the light of the Millenium's dawn. Yes, we'll make the rockets thunder To carry us up past the skies; We will build new cities of wonder To gleam in the bright sunrise; Here's hope to heal your sorrow Now that the old dreams are gone, And the past has turned into tomorrow After the Millenium's dawn.
I'm not going to go as far as some people, but I'm going to turn off comments on my crossposts, for several reasons:
- to save me the trouble of having to import them into Dreamwidth,
- to reduce my presence on Livejournal, now that it's wholly owned by Putin and Trump,
- to encourage people to move to Dreamwidth.
Apropos of that, if you have a DW account that I'm not reading yet, just comment on this post and I'll add you.