Happy Birthday to Me

It is that time of year again. The time when I evaluate my life, realize that I wish I was more...this (organized, hard working, dedicated; you name the adjective), and make a series of rules that will lead me on the path towards success. Every year I throw myself through these personal hoops of mine, hoping that self improvement is just a few cursory rules away. And every year I seem to summon the enthusiasm heretofore only seen in Bring it On by Kristen Dunst. Speaking of this performance, don't you think it's her personal best? Her ability to summon such annoying enthusiasm toward something so trivial is nothing below impressive. However, this is off-topic. Once again, I have created some goals for my new year.

First, it is my goal to read more often, something I have slowly let go as I have become older. Remember the days when you were 10 and could read a book in a few hours? Those days sadly have come and gone for me. I seldom go past 30 pages without feeling...full. I spend the rest of the night digesting what I've read, wishing I could go on, knowing it cannot. Now, I will put an effort into ensuring that it can. My goal is to read 52 books this year; one per week.

My other goal, I have kept it to two in an attempt to simplify the process, is to blog. I do not want to say once a day, because that, as any of the readers of this blog would know, does not work. No, I just want to blog enough that I am satisfied. What this amount is...I don't know. Over the next year I hope to find out.

Now, as the remaining minutes of the day I became an adult grow thin, I hear the familiar theme of Dexter. The temptations already confront me. And, for now, I give in.