Resolutions and Bubbles

I HATE New Year's resolutions. I'm a firm believer in making my resolves and changing today. If I really want to change my life I'm going to change right this moment. I'm not going to put it off until the turn of the calendar. I don't feel like those are real resolutions. That being said, I still make some fun resolutions, more themes of the year rather than actual changes.
January 1, 2013 I was handling the glass of bubbly in my hand that I had just used to toast the the new year. I love bubbly, as anyone who has ever met me knows. Its such a tragedy that we only use it for special occasions. I mean, we will open a bottle of wine with dinner without thinking twice, but for some reason that sparkling wine is so much more sacred. Poppycock! My resolution in that moment was to make champagne, sparkling wine, cava, proseco, bubbly, or whatever you may call it, a more permanent fixture in my life. I was going to go out of my way to make the bubbles a more common place in my realm. I did it!! I fulfilled that resolution to the tee. In the words of Hank Moody (big Californication kick right now) "Nailed it!"
Now, 2013 did not come without trials and troubles, but I have to say it was a pretty damn awesome year for me. My person grew more than I ever thought possible. I credit the bubbles. They made everything nicer and more approachable. When things in my life weren't exactly what I dreamed them to be, the bubbles put a softer tone to them. When I faced things (sometimes with style, and sometimes with tears) the bubbles encouraged me to just ride it out. Now, some may say that I'm being very dramatic and giving the bubbles a lot of power, maybe too much, in my year. Maybe I am. All I know is that 2013, The Year of the Bubbles, was the best year I've had in my life. Which, brings me to my 2014. I didn't make the bubbles a priority in life this year, and I feel my life fell to shambles. I actually made a conscious effort to be healthier, not as a resolution, but to prove to myself that I can. Part of that effort was specifically cutting down on the bubbles. I can honestly say this was the single worst idea of my life. Every high I had ridden the previous year had its match in the lows of this year. I can tell you, that starting tonight (I have my dear friend fluted in hand) I will make my resolve of bubbles again. I cant afford to waste even one more day of this year, or this existence without making bubbles a priority in my life. In fact, I'm starting on my first novel. It's going to be utter shit. But, the title will be something after the style of Steinbeck, "Of Bubbles and Becs." I know not a soul will purchase it. But, that's okay. My homage to the bubbles doesn't need the stamp of approval from anyone else.

P.S. I just decided on another resolve, starting today-I refuse to wait till January 1 to start my work, I'm going to work on my vertical jump. I'm gonna get above the rim. Well, for sure just a dunk. I can then feel like my claims as a hooper are validated. 

The Story of a 30 Year Old Loser

Surprise!!!! Thirty years is smacking me in the face with a very cruel and sharp sting. I'm older, fatter, uglier than ever before and everyday I wake up reminded of that as I walk in to a kitchen strewn with my roommates previous night's pizza entrails, the alcohol bottles of her 21 year old self discovery phase stacked in the open spaces in the room. Yes, I share an abode with a couple of 21 year olds. Every day I'm faced with the realization that this is what I have created for myself. Instead of making my path into a nice little townhouse that I keep, I wasted my years into a pig sty for a whopping $450 a month, which is almost more than my pity job can afford. I see my peers from school in differing phases of their own lives. Some, share my lack of glamour. And then there are the ones that I thought I would be in the company of. The achievers. The doers. I dreamt of great things when I was younger. Now, I can barely remember a single one of them. I try to figure out where I would like to take this detour. I convince myself that I am fashionably late in my arrival to adulthood. That, this is the road I meant to take. This is how I envisioned my struggle to greatness to be. Again, it's a harsh reality when I force myself to the truth. I'm here because I'm lazy. The greatness I once possessed has washed down the gutter and been replaced with a boneyard of aspirations. Now, reader, don't take this as a pathetic ploy for anything. I am here, I acknowledge it. I'm trying again to dream. I'm trying to discover where I can get find the water to nourish a blossom of hope for the next decade of this existence. So, for my 30th birthday wish, I wish for unfleeting motivation, for an inkling of a plan, for a little courage to start on the path, and for a taste of the greatness I know I was destined for.