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No Resolutions

Every year I fall in to the same trap as everyone else (no..not the trap of generalization, although I know we all do that one, too)....no...the trap I mean is that of doing one or both of the following as the year comes to an end:
  1. Making any kind of "OF XXXX List" (best of, worst of, most annoying boy band comeback of)
  2. Putting down a list of resolutions I have no intention of keeping through the month of January
I'm sure I made resolutions as 2010 started crowning. And I may or may not have stuck to some of them (SPOILER ALERT: I didn't, don't bother looking through last December's posts).

This year, I've decided to go with simple precepts. And while not 'religious' in nature in the strictest sense, they do possess a spirituality for me. When I do these things, I do feel more connected to my core.

My precepts for 2011 are fairly self explanatory, short, and easy to do intentionally:
  • Laugh
  • Love
  • Live
  • Jam
  • Shoot
  • Write
  • Film
And, I know that by doing those with greater frequency, I will get myself back to the center that I feel lately I've been drifting from.

The first three are very important to me. They are the core of who I am and how I want to be remembered. In fact, I want them to be on my gravestone.
Here Lies
Andrew Todd Skaggs
He Laughed. He Loved. He Lived.

Good rules to live by. And the remaining four are my passions. Music, Photography, Writing, Video/Film. Each of these has been the focal point of my creative outlet at one point or another and I used to think I had to choose. But I realized (quite recently actually) that by trying to limit myself to one or the other, I was missing out. That it was quite possible for all of them to be woven in to the fabric of what makes Todd Todd.

And there you have it.

I will endeavor to make the first three as autonomous as breathing...and the remaining 4 to be as intentional as stopping to smell the flowers.

But these are not resolutions. They're more important to me than that.

And with this second blog post in as many days (some kind of record recently), I'm heading to bed. Because, as cheesy as it sounds, I really do get some kick ass ideas in the place I call Dreamland (although, lately I've been questioning which 'life' I'm living is my dream-life and which is the waking life (but that's a post/book for a whole other time).

Good night fellow travelers!

-A.T.

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