Bugger off Scott Mills and take your catchy soundbites that insinuate their way in to my consciousness with you. By the way, have you noticed that some enterprising person has registered it as a domain name? Anyway…
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Hi. How are you? How’s the wife? Kids? Husband? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Hamster?
Our final Christmas present has now been opened and assembled. No, we don’t have massive self-control (quite the reverse!), but taking the still-boxed iPod docking station to Marrakech would have been a little… bonkers. Even for us.
What are you up to? Making resolutions? Breaking them? 🙂
We are listening to Chris Moyles whilst internetting like a couple of people who have been in a third world country for a week.
I’m trying to finalise the playlist for this weekend’s podcast but it’s difficult, there is so much top quality music and so little time to play it all.
So New Year’s resolutions.
I don’t really like the concept although I do love the notion that we attempt a little self-improvement each year. I just don’t like the shopping-list approach because it implies – in my head at least – an equal and opposite list of negative qualities, and I think we’re all far too good to be weighing ourselves down with even an unvoiced list of our negative qualities; it’s taking self-debasement just one step too far.
Although I do have some aspirations for 2009, they’re motivational rather than stick or carrot.
In 2009 I want to:
- Make the podcast more ‘professional-sounding’
- Market the podcast to a wider audience
- Get the record label off the ground
- Have a successful Eventing season
- Laugh more
I agonised for ages over the wording of the last one. ‘Be happier’ implies I’m a miserable git, but no, I’m actually not. ‘Laugh more’ is a hell of an aspiration because I’m not sure there’s much more laughing to be had.
Sophie and I are like a couple of children; we giggle and hoot our way through almost all of our time together, but I think that ‘Laugh more’ is a laudable goal and brings so many things with it.
So there we are, so few words but so much implied.
How about you?
B.
Happy New Year Brennig! I hope your projects succeed and you get a good health, many many opportunities of laughing and smiling (and some more), and numerous valuable discoveries.
I’m going back to the US tomorrow and I have a bit of thinking to do about what happened in 2008 and what I want for 2009 (except for getting rid of the horrible homesickness feeling, which will happen on its own pretty quickly after I’m back, but will before that be at its highest when I’ll be waiting for the plane to depart and wondering what the heck I’m doing in it), but writing more (and maybe more regularly) is definitely one of my aspirations. There’s also a lot of professional stuff to wish for, and as far as my personal development is concerned… being more consistently happy (as in having less of those times when I’m feeling low and more of those when I’m feeling great) is what I’m aiming at!
PS: I hadn’t seen the new design until today and I must say it is gorgeous.
My word. How luscious is your new blog-chrome, eh?
I’ve just written a post on Small Beds about this very issue, inspired by what you mentioned above. In short: we sort of do the same as you, but break it down a lot more. This is because otherwise we’re incredibly disorganized and would happily coast for twelve months: the framework stops us being lazy.
Hey Citronella! Hope you a good holiday at home? Thanks for the comment about the theme. Don’t fret about 2009, you’ll ace it! 🙂
Hi sbalb, Happy 2009 to you and yours.
Well I’ve decided to be more of a self promoting bastard this year.
I’ve spent most of my carreer relying on the premise that if you keep your head down and do your job well then you will be justly rewarded, specifically in this life as opposed to the next. In fairness I’ve done alright for myself but one can’t help noticing how average people often climb meteorically up the greasy pole courtesy of an ego and stonking self PR.
So I’m going to take my Anglo-Saxon work ethic with my 28 years experience and dump my British sense of reserve. I’m going to stick my head above the parapet and blow my own horn (does sound vaguely tantric, but you know what I mean).
From now on it’s “once more unto the breech …” and of course “cry God for Harry …”
Harry. Yay! I’m standing on the couch shouting ‘Go Harry!’ In a metaphorical kind of way. But the feeling behind the words is well meant.
Hiding lights under bushels doesn’t work. A little self-promoting is actually… not a bad thing at all! 🙂