So here's the thing. When it comes to the promises I made on our last trip around the sun, I'm a lot like the road to hell—I'm paved with good intentions. Alright, so maybe analogies aren't my metier (look it up), but you see where I'm going.
I made a lot of promises in 2017, some spur of the moment without much thought—you know, the same way I approach my career path (rolling eyes at the word "career")—some to you and even more to myself that despite the best intentions, well, we've already covered that.
For example, this one that would've made your Christmas shopping infinitely easier when it came to stocking stuffers. Or this one, where I vowed to be more disciplined and prolific with my blog postings (stops to laugh hysterically at the thought of being disciplined). But not as prolific as Round Seventeen because, frankly, my Crank-O-Meter doesn't go to eleven. And I'd rather read his posts than write my own.
Besides making gift buying easier and giving you more posts to avoid reading, I also made several promises to myself which I've broken like a fine china vase on a sitcom.
"Whatever you do Joey, don't touch the vase!"
"What, do you think I'm stupid? Of course I'm not gonna touch the vase."
SFX: Vase crashing to pieces on the floor.
Laughter and applause. Freeze frame. Roll credits.
Some are the same promises I've made before like losing weight, changing my style (which would involve actually having one), opening the folder marked Jeff's ideas and following through on some of them, any of them, one of them (yes Cameron Y., that includes the one marked "Screenplay ideas").
Those are the actionable, external promises. There are also the internal efforts that met with mixed success.
Cutting people some slack and realizing everyone's not going to do it my way or on my timetable, although for the love of God I still have no idea why not (only child, does it show?).
Following Elvis Costello's advice about trying to be more amused than disgusted at what's going on around me.
Sticking to the golden rule, no matter how hard someone is making it to do.
Not taking any of it personally, although I have to say I'm actually pretty good at that one.
Got a little heavy on you there didn't I? (Insert diet joke here). Yeah I know, I didn't see it coming either.
Anyway, all of this to say my promise to me and you for 2018 is to do better at keeping promises I make, and not make ones I can't keep.
This year, it's like Jules said in Pulp Fiction: "I'm trying Ringo. I'm trying real hard..."
