2008 was an uneventful year (as years go). I only realized my drive to finish some of the goals of my life late in the year, so the rest of the year before that I didn't do much. I sat around. I played video games. I was content, but not happy.
Next year will be different.
The fear, that is, of changing your whole life and everything you know.
I said before that I was going to start taking classes at a local boxing gym, to get in shape and maybe to learn Mixed Martial Arts or Brazillian Jiu Jitsu. I was supposed to start this last Monday, but every day during last week I made excuse after excuse ("7:00am is too early... It's a lot of money... What if I don't like the gym...") and I haven't gone.
Okay, rather silly of me to assume that being awesome could happen overnight. On one hand, I've been thinking about my life goals a lot (I know! Big step woo!) but really, it's hard to work on climbing a mountain when I'm still broke and still trying to figure out my life.
I've done miniscule progress to all my goals in the last few days, at least:
Okay, I admit it: I loved The Next Karate Kid with Hilary Swank. I wanted to go to remote mountain monastery to meditate, dodge giant swinging bean bags from sadistic monks, and generally learn to be as badass as Julie. Hey, I grew up in the mountains; I was bored.
What I'd rather be doing is traveling, reading, relaxing, building my dream house in the middle of nowhere, and running into the woods to have all sorts of adventures like when I was a kid.
Sadly, my job as a web designer keeps me chained to my desk, my addiction to video games keeps me from the outdoors, my job keeps me from traveling, and my sad lack of money keeps me from building my dream home. Oy.
This is me, trying to change this.
