Still at my parents house. Spent the morning looking after my son. The two of us took a long walk together and before the end of it he fell asleep. Now he’s awake and playing with his mother while I sit on the back porch sipping tea and writing this.
I can’t help but take stock of my life. I doubt I’m alone in this. It is a new year after all. I tend to feel a little down during this season. No matter how much I’ve accomplished during the previous year, it never feels like I’ve done enough. This year is no different. No doubt that personally 2016 brought a lot of good times, but that doesn’t change the feeling that i am not as far along as I am meant to be. Maybe that is just a permanent state of being?
But I think about the things I want to work on in 2017. Most of them are creative. I don’t include things like “be a better father and husband” not because I don’t think there is room for improvement, but because those are their own class. Those are daily and so ever present that making it a formal resolution is redundant.
So, here are some of my goals for 2017:
- Publish Sand, Sea and Stone (the second Deadly Troubadours novel.)
- Complete a rough draft for a YA fantasy novel.
- Blog and podcast on a more regular basis.
- Continue to exercise and lose weight. I want to get under 100kg this year.
- Play the ukulele regularly.
Those are the main ones. I can’t help but feel there is a big project that I should be doing to help my writing. I don’t know if this is a publishing venture or something like an anthology. Maybe it is just finding a writing group. I know I want to have more creative based discussions, but I don’t know how to make that desire a reality.
The sad thing is, I look over those resolutions and I wonder if I do accomplish all of them, will that make me more satisfied with 2017 than I am with 2016?
I just don’t know.