I hate the idea of New Year’s resolutions. As if I have to wait until 1st January to start being awesome. I started being awesome in 1978, fools. AND DID NOT STOP.

However, this apparently did not stop me from posting this last year:

“My new year’s resolution is to have a witty and insightful blog. That may be kind of a tall order, but it’s up against my other doomed new year’s resolutions: drinking less, running more…”

SCORECARD

The blog thing: 2011 was better. 7/10
Drinking less? Started off well, then… no. 3/10
Running more? For three glorious months around summer, this was looking like it was in the bag for good. Then I got made redundant, which sort of messed everything up, and now I have a job that requires more travelling, leaving less pre/post work running time. On the plus side, I am now (temporarily) living somewhere that I feel okay about stepping out the door and just running, rather than having to drive somewhere that I don’t feel I’ll get stabbed. So, I need to get on with that. Rather than posting about it on the internet. 4/10

Overall: 5/10. Must do better.

Going to try the running more/drinking less ones again this year. And I’m going to replace the blogging one with buying a house that doesn’t suck. Which indirectly means sourcing all the freelance work I can possibly fill my spare time with. Which will probably make me drink more and run less.