Auld Lang Syne… let’s see if we can try this again

I think the challenge with New Year’s resolutions is that they are more often about the end result than anything else. As the year goes on and people see that there is no way they are going to meet this ideal, they get discouraged and throw in the proverbial towel. *Raises Hand* I do. Every year. I set myself some grand and lofty goals that I could only reach if I were some sort of android, and then tend to abandon them a month into the journey.

This year, I’ve decided it’s all about action. As long as I can act, I will be satisfied. I will not judge or criticize, rather I will simply do. Nearly 30 years old, and I think, I finally understand what Yoda was encouraging Luke to do… just act, and the rest will follow.

So, part of my goals is to sing and record a song a day. It’s not going to be perfect. The levels will probably be off, my voice will crack, but I am only allowing myself 5 takes. And then I’ll upload them here…

Cheers to 2017! At the suggestion of my Maestra, Vanessa Pace:

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A Blank, my Lord….

“White. A blank page or canvas.
The challenge: bring order to the whole.”

I am not in the habit of starting projects and leaving them unfinished. I hate seeing my inbox full of unread messages; books neglected; my to-do list unconquered. I get anxious when I know there are things awaiting my attention; things that need to be gotten out of the way before more (read: more challenging) things take their place.

Is it any wonder that I approach this project with some trepidation? This undertaking to document my life… and then pair each post with a song (recorded by yours truly) to better express myself?

I’m also endeavoring to write without going back and editing… at least not until the end of the post. This, above all, terrifies me.

Then again, perhaps it is an apt metaphor for this whole “living” thing. We stumble and run and fly through this world, with some sense of what we want, but never REALLY knowing… and only rarely do we look back and wince at our mistakes. Sometimes I wonder what lines of dialogue I’d change if I could tab back through the years (“But you don’t care at all.“); what events I’d alter (“I have to tell you something. And it’s gonna be hard to hear…”); what characters I’d create to replace their flawed-counterparts (a clever man, but kind in spite of it); and so on and so forth.

But of course, in the wise words of Pink Martini, we tomatoes can only “Hang on to the vine…”

Like life itself, this blog is likely to be rough, rambling, and on some days downright pointless. However, better something than nothing… for “the rest is silence.”