It’s just about the new year, so it’s time to make some resolutions. Here’s my plan for the next year:
Finish writing Superego 4. Writing has been different ever since I got a full-time writing job, but I really want to finally complete my first original book series. It’s taken longer than I thought to write, but I’m going to get it done this next year. And it’s going to be epic.
Exercise more. Exercise is dumb and painful. But I guess I should do it. Wish there was like a pill — an exercise pill. Or can’t you strap yourself into a machine that exercises you while you sleep? Nah; I guess you’d wake up tired.
Ignore the election year. It looks like the presidential election is going to involve two people about which I have nothing left to say, so I’m going to resolve to ignore that election. It’s just not worth the aggravation. So, if you’re looking for insights on the presidential election, sorry. You’ll have to go elsewhere. Or read what I’ve said in the past.
Be more Christiany. I want to be one of those guys where people go, “Oh, he seems like a Christian.” I want to work on being able to pull up a relevant Bible quote as easily as I can a Simpsons quote.
Get more subscribers. I like writing for an audience, so I want to keep finding ways to grow this newsletter. BTW, for a few more days, you can still get a year of Frank Talk at 50% off.
Survive. It’s always good to live another year, especially when you’re married with four kids. So, one goal is to stick around… unless that really necessitates doing that aforementioned exercise. Then I might reconsider.
Push myself. As I always say: You’re either growing, or you’re dying. So, I resolve not to ever get comfortable and keep pushing myself to do new and interesting things — and then means in posts for Frank Talk and beyond.
So there are my resolutions. What do you resolve to do for this new year?
New Year’s resolution: read more Frank Talk stuff. Off to a great start!
Thank you for acknowledging exercise conundrum. I KNOW it's necessary and good for me but oh gosh how I HATE it with the passion of a bazillion suns. Every single kind is boring and sweating is gross. The seconds tick by excruciatingly, mind-numbingly slowly. I don't like to take any pills but would take a pill to make me black out while doing it.