Digging through digital photographs as i put together my Christmas letter, i was blown away. It was a spectacular year – one i couldn’t imagine just a few years back. Adventure, travel, community activism, family, friends and a stunning amount of downright goofy hijinks. Yes. Hijinks. Activities that serve no purpose but to lighten the mood and break the monotony of the daily grind.
Rolling beyond the winter solstice, i am inclined to look forward. What do i want? More of this? Less of that? Not exactly resolutions… just using the pinning point of a new calendar year to make some gentle course corrections to get me where i want to be…
With the return of The Boy from his first round of Army training, we’ve had fun with “Shit My Drill Sergeant Says”. My favorite quip is the shortest. The recruits hustle to get out of bed, shower, shave, and get organized into their uniforms and assemble in formation by 0400. Taking a look at the congregants one morning, the Drill Sergeant informed them “You have 10 seconds to un-fuck yourselves!”
You can blame life, the universe, and everyone else for your woes, but it is entirely up to you to un-fuck yourself. i am using the Drill Sergeants admonition as my battle cry…
That broken finger from October? Not healed in December. Called the doctor, and have an appointment with a hand surgeon. It’s a ruptured tendon, and can be repaired with surgery. Time to un-fuck my finger.
Stuff. i have too much of it. i’ve made a decent dent in the 30+ year collection of “things”, but not nearly enough. i hit one closet this week. The garage is next, where my motorized toys reside. Too much shit there, too. With the pending acquisition of a new toy that is 13” longer than my existing vehicle, more space is required. A little organization of the workbench wouldn’t hurt either.
Time to un-fuck my space. Give away the unnecessary. And most of it is unnecessary…
Then there is the matter of my health. Virtually no exercise, coupled with unbridled gluttony has packed the pounds on this year. My weight, and general lack of cardio-vascular health, has gotten in the way of living the life i wish to live. It is well past time to un-fuck myself in that regard as well. For Christmas, The Boy bought me kettle bells, and will be doing some personal training in my lovely home gym.
It is time to un-fuck my body.
While out on an excursion a couple of years ago, Studley and i found the Alan Cottrill sculpture gallery in Zanesville, Ohio. We were drawn in by the sight of several bronze sheep seeming to wander down the sidewalk. One wearing ice skates…
It was hotter than hell that day, but we toured the gallery. Climbing to the second floor, we found the bronze sarcophagi the sculptor had crafted for himself and his wife. Both still living.
On the side of Mr. Cottrill’s bronze box was the following:
It says everything that needs to be said.
“Life is short. Death is forever. Nothing left undone. Go joyfully.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, i’m off to un-fuck myself this year. i shall post a quarterly update on my ‘un-fuckage’. Happy New Year!