A Belated New Years Resolution

Today I awoke to the realization that I needed to get my shit together.

For the most part I think I have things running pretty smoothly. The problem isn’t that something in my life is broken per se, the problem is that even though I know better I choose to do the wrong thing sometimes.

This is a very common problem amongst us hairy humanoids. Our imagination, our intellect, and our emotional characteristics seem to create an amalgamation of spirit and mind that often doesn’t know up from down let alone what the perfect decision is each and every time a choice arises.

I could dive into a lengthly rant right know about the complexities of the mind and how we can cleverly convince ourselves(and others) of almost anything, or how the spirit and our feeling nature is our immutable self… yada-yada-yada, but today I am going to get my shit together so no more rants.

I am going to do, not just say.

I am going to fly in the face of my intellectual bullshit and choose correctly each and every time just because I can.

I am going to let my emotions flow freely and not be ashamed or allow them to dictate rash action. I will let them run their course and let a rational assessment of the situation dictate my next move.

I am going to make more money, because I (frankly speaking of course) am being swindled every day my efforts make someone else a thousand bucks whilst I receive but a tenth. I am not a deity and tithing does not please me.

I am going to eat only the things that my body responds positively to. No more Micky Dee’s and a feeling like I am that Sea-Gull that ate too much rotten crab-meat.

I will make the right choice each and every time.

I think I may have found the key to happiness, health, mental stability, and whatever else comprises this thing we call life. It’s called making the right choice, choices that elevate, inspire, nourish and fulfill.

I will make sure I keep this flesh puppet that I control in good physical shape. Take walks, ride my bike around, hit the gym enough to justify that damned direct withdrawal that happens on the tenth of every month…

In summation, I will stop bull-shiting myself into wrongful action.

I will allow myself to feel, and think, and feel some more… and express myself in ways true to who I am.

I will not, under any circumstances, make blanketing assessments of whole groups of people based on race, culture, gender, or religious affiliation (here’s looking at you Trump).

I will not judge the actions or thoughts contained in a vessel that is not my own personal meat-puppet (aka my-self).

I wont allow the propaganda to sway my commitment to reserve the judgement of things I know nothing about. (Yes, even when Fox swears it is true I will not waiver)

Basically I am going to stop being anything except me, unadulterated, unedited and with the volume turned way up.

As usual, thanks for stopping by!

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