Friday, January 2, 2009

These are not resolutions

But—realizing that my screwy sleep schedule of the last two weeks is about to bite me in the ass—I'm awake and feel like writing some stuff down. Instead of resolutions, which can so easily slip into judgments about what I haven't done in the past or promises I have no real intention of keeping, here are some things about this year I'm looking forward to. 

  1. A fresh start at being a better boss. I've got a great staff—seriously, some of the best, coolest people you'll ever get a chance to work with. This year I've been awfully wrapped up in trying to do the non-manage-y part of my job. In 2009, I want to get refocused on the team and what we're capable of doing together. 
  2. A consistently clean house. Goofy, I know. But having company and a couple of get-togethers has meant starting the year off with a relatively clutter-free, tidy house. It's a nice little metaphor for how I'd like to live. Plus, it means it's easier to have more get-togethers.
  3. Getting out of my clean house. I tend to hole up, and my condo (especially in winter) becomes a dark, comfy cave. I'm working on filling my calendar up with a variety of things (read: not all improv-related) to spend more time face-to-face with friends and less on Facebook. 
  4. A regular performance schedule. Tantrum is playing every month—sometimes twice. Spite is looking at every other month. The Corbin show is monthly. I've talked (sometimes casually, sometimes seriously) about other projects with people I've never worked with before—Jerry Rapp, Tina Morrison, Jonathan Bender. 
  5. Working out. Physically, mentally, emotionally, improvisationally. I've been working out three times a week for more than a year now, and need to add that cardio my trainer has been bugging me about. Belly Dance class starts up again this month. And I'm finally starting classes out at the Roving Imp, so I can quit complaining about not getting enough rehearsal time. 

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