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Thank you, Mr. Young.
As I get ready to move on not only to stretchy pants during this time of year, but to a bigger size of stretchy pant, I would like to offer my New Year’s Resolutions, which will include the goal of downsizing said stretchy pant to a more manageable size. (I will also probably include a resolution pertaining to run-on sentences.)
Let’s go with 9.
1) I commit to reducing my off-key singing by 40%. This is a doozy. If followed I will be relegated to singing off-key 12 less times per afternoon. Singing on-key is simply less fulfilling. Pray for me.
2) I commit to continue my search for new music. Sounds like a boring resolution, but when I find a new band it helps extinguish even the worst days.
3) I just can’t.
4) I need to be better about calling friends and being an encouragement. As we age, life can become more difficult…..and better. We need to be a part of the process.
5) Twinkie intake – reduced.
6) I would like to seek God at times other than when I’m in the stuff.
7) I commit to feathering my hair and going out in public. It just seems like the right time.
8) More fiber.
9) I would like to impact eternity this year. Take some real risk. What happens if I fail to take risks? Nothing. I give you permission to hold me accountable and ask me on occasion if I have fulfilled, or attempted to fulfill, resolution #9.
10) I would like to annoy the wife 22% less this year. Now, if I fulfill #1 with moderate success then I will have fulfilled approximately 14.5% of #10 so it is imperative that I work on #1. #8 would be a good place to start. Full circle.
If 2012 truly is the year the world ends then I couldn’t be happier. Life is good here on earth, but heaven is going to be better.
Good luck with 2012. Don’t wait.
I was listening to the song, “Time to Pretend”, by MGMT.
It’s a song about living fast, dying young, the fleeting nature and innocence of childhood, and the hopelessness of pretending to have a full life after we put away the sandbox. It has a few lines that keep running in my mind.
“I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms, there’s really nothing we can do, we were fated to pretend. Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do, get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute. We were fated to pretend.”
I am talking about this stuff tomorrow night at the Rhapsody service. Not a commercial, just sharing a thought and praying the words come out true when the time comes.
I had a birthday several weeks ago. I’m not one to fret over a birthday. I really don’t mind another +1 to my age. But I’m like anyone else, I don’t want to waste my years with monotony waiting for my life to make an impact. Years fly by at this point and I’m looking around wondering where the time is going. Time is short to make it meaningful.
Nikki and I really, really try to pass this on to the high school students we counsel. They are unsure of the future, they sometimes struggle to realize that if they’re not careful they are headed on a journey to the middle and monotonous. Where dreams go to stay just out of reach. We hope we can move a few a bit further down the road. The end.
(I will celebrate seven years with Margaret on Sunday. Don’t have the words………so I’ll sing. Just kidding. Must be the cranberry juice talking. Yeah, I may not mind my age but father time has a wicked right cross.)
Fated to pretend. Hope not.