Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The end of the calendar year usually brings with it a time of quiet reflection and earnest vows to improve body and mind. I say “usually” because you’ll find none of that here. In continuing an experiment from last January, we are steering clear of resolutions. Indeed, we may be pioneering a new tradition, where turns of season may commence unburdened, free of pledges with truncated shelf lives.

I mean, “I’ll work out more?” Please. I spent last Christmas Eve in the goddamn ER, IV shoved into my arm as I recovered from whatever virus du jour was making its rounds through Charlotte. If I’m able to avoid this scenario in the next few weeks, I will consider it a corporeal victory. Now, what about pledges made well before the New Year? Those, well, those are still on the table.

Progress on the game continues, though work has slowed. It was never meant to be the next Angry Birds. Heck, I don’t think we even identified an endpoint. The collaboration itself was worthwhile, however, for all that we learned. Now, it’s time to turn to other things, including a fun foray into self-publishing and the beginnings of a business plan. There is the pleasure of creating stuff, to be sure. But there is also a stark ulterior motive: to escape the endless cycle of bouncing from one 9-5 to another. I want to search for greatness, rather than wait for it.