New Year's Revolution

I don't believe in New Year's resolutions, but the people I know with yearly gym memberships are not fond of them. There are long lines for every machine this time of year...

2010 was the year I made the Leap. I certainly did not resolve to. I'm still breathing all these months later, so it appears to have been the correct decision.

2010 rolled right into 2011. Again, no proper resolutions. Too daunting. I'd rather think about how I can make myself better Today. That said, I imagined 2011 to be a year of Growth through Regimented Discipline. To reinforce the same principals that allowed the Leap, and to make it stick.

Daily scheduled practice, fresh fruit, jazz standards and pushups were all considered vital.

Here we are ten days and a fortnight into the New Year, and nay has anything been pushed.

In fact, I've found that Growth is the exact inverse of Effort. That is to say, when I plaster the area schools with posters, or pimp myself to Craigslist and Facebook, the return is nothing. When I hang and watch MacGyver reruns on DVD, the whiteberry blows up with incoming emails, potential gigs and new students aching to begin their studies...

Goals are evolving. The new plan is to Survive the Winter and it's brutal effects on my psyche and wallet. When the sun returns in the spring I will re-evaluate, and I look forward to that.