Goals, goals, goals. That’s what resolutions are. They are not a means to excuse or erase away behavior from the past 12 months, but a means to guide ourselves going forward to becoming better people for ourselves. That’s how I view my New Year’s resolutions, a yearly opportunity to re-focus my attention on ways to better myself as a human being.
I despise critics who are against such things. Their contrarian view is out of touch with the basic sentiment implied. They’re the assholes totally against Thanksgiving because it’s not every day of the year.
But I digress, that’s not why I’m writing today. I’m writing to continue my tradition of sharing my NYE resolutions, something I’ve done since 2008 on this site. Last year I wrote from Madrid, continuing an ongoing resolution to travel more. In 2010 I wrote about working out daily — something I’ve never been able to achieve, but try very hard to do — and in 2009 I wrote about my seven resolutions, including writing more for myself. I continue to do that here on my site.
Today, on the last day of 2011, I’m looking at 2012 as an opportunity to push harder than I ever have in terms of writing, working out and being awesome. I’m ambitious, I’ve got a chip on my shoulder, and I’m done putting up with a lot of the crap that’s been thrown my way. In 2012, I expect to cuss out a number of people — colleagues and friends included. I see myself finally starting to freelance some of my writing, something I’ve hesitated to do because of my allegiance to the Boston Globe. And I definitely see myself in the gym often, something on my mind every day.
I don’t know what’s changed in particular with me after this year. Maybe it was the comments on a blog I wrote that told me, in the not-so-nicest way possible, that I was wrong when I was oh so right. Maybe it was the colleague that told me I had no idea what I was talking about, marking once again the lack of professionalism I deal with and his unremarkable judgement. Maybe it was the friend who flipped on me and is utterly unrecognizable. I could go on. But these reasons and more have ingrained in me a strong attitude of disdain for the stupid that wasn’t there before. I’m still positive and optimistic, traits I’m thankful for, but I’m done with the bullshit. In 2012, much like the latter part of 2011, I’m going hard. No apologies.
It’s go time for Zuri. Yeah, third person and all that.