Well, it’s the first Monday of the year. This year came much faster than I anticipated. Maybe it’s just a byproduct of getting older, but the days have seemed to fly by faster than ever before, increasing its speed with the passing time. It’s like that shit is on a treadmill or something, and someone’s leaning on the speed increase button. What I will say is that if I ever needed motivation to accomplish stuff, running out of time was definitely it. It all hit me like one of those movies where the main character finds out they have one year left to live or something like that, and they go balls-to-the-wall on with their remaining time. Think Breaking Bad.  I mean, sure...I may not know the exact amount of time I have, or some looking disease like Walter White did, but still, I’m not getting younger, and people have been dying around me more and more it seems.  Also…one year is short and if that were all I had left, I’d be sort of panicking.  Thing is, I haven’t been informed of any upcoming end to it all, but that also means I could technically have even less time than a year. Kinda makes me want to get super serious about my next steps, you know?  

What I don’t want to do is fall victim to those plans that people always make when the year starts, dedicating themselves to resolutions that typically fall to the wayside by March.  Exercise regimens that last for a few weeks, replaced by bacon and pancake stacks.  Statements of how drinking is off the menu, drowned out by bourbons, whiskeys or mixed drinks if the fall didn’t happen during Valentine’s day.  None of that for me.  No, instead I’m just cleaning up.  Organizing the things I have that I find useful, and getting rid of the things that I don’t want anymore.  Before I take on anything new, I need to make room for it in my life.