Goals for 2016

This is the first year where, as of January, I'm not in the middle of any large undertaking. (Like a degree.) It feels very peculiar, and a little disconcerting.

This is also the year in which I turn thirty. If three-score-and-ten holds true, that means I've forty years left in which to do shit. Forty years... doesn't sound as long as it used to.

Instead of dwelling on my lack of externally imposed structure and upon my mortality, though, I will see if I can't write out some goals to aim for.

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What do I want to do this year?

I want to get a job that pays a regular wage, preferably a living one. But I can't control that.

I want to spend more time learning languages.

I want get back into a reliable exercise schedule.

I want to return to martial arts and/or climbing.

I want to see my friends.

I want to keep in touch with my friends.

I want to write a book that is fiction.

I want to write a book proposal to turn my thesis into a Real Book.

I want to write a book proposal for another nonfiction book at the intersection of my interests.

I want to follow up the MS of the review collection I submitted for consideration.

I want to keep reviewing books and writing columns.

I want to discharge my responsibilities as an Arthur C. Clarke Award juror.

I want to be less sick and be sick less.

I want to not die.

I want to make a difference, somehow, in some small way.

I want to be a better person. (I always want to be a better person.)

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I guess that'll do for going on with.