The past year was action-packed and a bit scary at times. Full of ups and downs. Which is pretty much how I did on the goals I set on my birthday last year:
4. Make the leap from "side projects" to "side business." Less dreaming. More scheming.
I've built LasersMakeItAwesome.com into a bona fide, money making, side business.
I think it has so much potential, that I quit my ad agency job to make more time for it. But I took another day job that made me miserable – and the business has only chugged along thanks to a few regular clients and word of mouth referrals.
The last three months have been better. I took a new job that has reenergized me (made the leap to the client side.) But with a new challenge comes new stress.
3. Take my wife out on a date once every month. We always say we need more date nights, but never make it a priority. Till now.
I stopped counting how many months we missed. We've actually gone out more this month than we did the rest of the year combined. I don't always give Brooke the support or respect she needs and deserves. Our relationship isn't where either of us want it to be. We're tired, overwhelmed, but trying our best.
2. Give my girls the structure and support they need to thrive. We're all happier when we stick to a good daily routine.
The phrase we use is "let's do good teamwork." And eighty percent of the time, we get it right. Our daughters are truly good kids. But sometimes, Evan doesn't want to put on her shoes when we're running late or Ayla refuses to get ready for bed when I still have work to do… and I lose it. Yelling makes it worse and I have to walk away.
Luckily, the family consensus is that I’m a great Dad. But it doesn't always feel that way.
1. Take better care of myself, so I have enough energy to take care of this list.
Most mornings, I make a smoothie instead stopping for powered doughnuts or a greasy, egg and cheese biscuit. And when my back started bothering me again, my doctor recommended a few exercises. But when the pain stopped, so did my motivation. For a few months, I took a daily walk to cope with the job I hated. Now, the only exercise I get is walking Evan to kindergarten (which is pretty great.)
So 42 was a heck of a ride. I'm sure this year will be too – but maybe a few less loop-the-loops please.