We did it everyone. We made it. 2020 is here finally and we all finally get jetpacks.
Right?
Nah. It’s still the same thing. Same vibe. A little more angry. A little more complacent. A bit fatter.
Still no new writing from me I see. Cool cool cool…
I’m going to attempt to change things up a bit this year. You see, I have a feeling that I am desperate need of a change. Over the last couple of years, I’ve watched my wife blossom in her career.
She’s so damn good at everything she does it’s ridiculous.
And then there’s me, trudging along in the corporate trenches. I know, it’s a choice I made years and years ago to work the “steady” job and support the creativity of my wife. And I love doing that.
But.
Something is off. I’m not sure what that is just yet, but I know that I have to course correct. Somehow. I don’t even know what that means at this point.
I periodically get interested in things that initially spark my creativity, only to have that spark sputter out in the early stages of the adoption process.
Photography. Art. Exercise. Diet. All brief passions in the last couple of years that, for some reason, didn’t stick.
I want to do more. Whether it’s through this blog or elsewhere, more needs to be done.
Stay tuned. There will be change in 2020.
Here’s something fun:
Your Favorite Band Sucks 
