Can I Go to Bed Yet?

Remember how long you’ve been putting this off, how many extensions the gods gave you, and you didn’t use them. At some point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time assigned to you, and if you don’t use it to free yourself it will be gone and will never return.
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

It's New Year's Eve once again. In retrospect, twenty-nineteen wasn't particularly good or bad for me. It surely trended toward the negative. I had a health scare here, an overly demanding project at work there, and an unhealthy portion of ennui sprinkled throughout it all, but nothing truly awful happened. Hedonic adaptation makes it challenging to keep such things in perspective, but when viewed within the context of my life to date, it was one of the better years.

My resolutions for the coming year

  1. Post to this blog regularly (goal: once a week).
  2. Launch a redesign of this website (goal: mid-January).
  3. Use the internet less.
  4. Read 24 books.
  5. ██████████
  6. Lose 10 to 15 pounds.
  7. ████████████
  8. Improve my posture.
  9. Make four new friends.
  10. Not die.

No promises.

Happy New Year and GOOD NIGHT!


I reactivated my old Twitter account @ErikMadeThis when I was dreadfully ill and needed an outlet to let people know I wasn't dead. I did not enjoy my return to the social media scene whatsoever. I have no plans to go back in the foreseeable future. If you wish to receive updates about new blog posts, subscribe to this mailing list or this RSS feed. To inquire about my well-being, write, text, or call on the telephone.

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