Maybe this year will be different.

Maybe this year I’ll get my shit together.  Now I know that everyone has different levels of “getting their shit together” as my friends have pointed out.  I have my own expectations.

I need to be better at this game than I ever was.  The clock is ticking, I have dreams unfulfilled, missions incomplete, a wife, a child, responsibilities to myself and others.  How do I find the time to do everything that needs to be done when I’m my worst distraction?  I need a plan.

Not just a plan, I need “the” plan.  I want to be happy.  I want to be happy for the long haul.  I need to prioritize which pieces are critical and which are background noise.  I need to determine which steps have to come first.  I have to figure out how to take all of the day to day madness and turn it into an elegant dance.

Step 1: See the future.