It's a new year. 2010 is gone and 2011 is here to stay for the next 365 days. As is the case every new year, I'm sure people are filled with a mixture of equal parts anticipation, excitement and nervousness.
I, for one, am not the kind of person to make long lists of resolutions. I think that making New Years resolutions only sets one up for sheer disappointment. Sure you can stick to your diet plan or sleep schedule for so long, but the day you slip into last year's habit, you have to live with the shame of knowing that your entire year is one giant waste. I stopped resolving to do anything back in 2004 and its worked out well for me. Until now.
While meditating over a homemade concoction of Whiskey/Rum with water, I thought to myself, this is the year I change it up. I need a goal for 2011; not one that simply entails chronicling my drinking, self exploration and quest for love on this daily blog, but something a little more meaningful.
And so I resolved in 2011 to: Learn to dougie, become a firework, get my minister's license renewed for another year, watch every single Meryl Streep movie and study the Streep technique, write a Pelican-like brief, take a cosmotology class, and become a firework. If I happen to accomplish all of these goals before 2012, it would have been a great year. If I don't... well we'll see what the Mayans have to say about that. Happy New Years. Drink.Pray.Love
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