Every year, I am among the many who make New Year’s resolutions. I have not yet decided why I bother, considering how I either forget them by February or never start actively working towards them. One year I resolved to re-read the entirety of Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. I got half way through The Vampire Lestat before I gave up. Sometimes I will even resolve to lose weight or better myself in some fashion. Of course, it never quite happens.
This year is really no exception. I have resolved to get my diet (vices) under control, to get a new job, and to possibly publish my behemoth project sitting on my desk. Fairly reasonable resolutions, I would think. My hope is that if I am actively blogging about them, maybe I will keep them. Notice how I conveniently have waited until 5 days into the new year to start this process. I think I have gotten all of the holiday eating out of the way and around my middle.
All of this is a part of my attempt to more consciously live my myth. Carl Jung once asked himself what myth he was living. He found his answer by building his house in Zürich. I have asked myself the same question, and the best answer is that I will live my myth through words. Only time will tell in which direction the words will guide me.
