January 1, 2016.

I had to backspace to write that, 99% because my style of typing is far from the correct way. I type with only 6 fingers — the middle, pointer, and thumb of each hand. It’s bad.

I have big dreams for 2016 and I have set some tough but realistic goals:

[ ] 01. Be #1 in sales at Riskalyze for entire year.

[ ] 02. Journal 5 times a week.

[ ] 03. Blog every 3 days.

[ ] 04. Grow following and increase activity in social networks.

[ ] 05. Learn to cook 1 new meal every week.

[ ] 06. Surprise Leigha once a week.

[ ] 07. Go on a mini-vacation once a month.

[ ] 08. Read 15 books by December 31.

[ ] 09. Stick to a budget!

[ ] 10. Fill Activity Circles 300/365 days.

A lot of them are not hard on their own, but I would really like to achieve all of them this year.

I have spent the first 25 years of life with no real direction. Maybe I have set goals in my head but I never laid out the steps to reach them, or held myself accountable. It’s funny that I have to realize how much I suck before I can even plan on getting better.

I SUCK AND I’M PROUD

I SUCK AND I’M PROUD

I SUCK AND I’M PROUD

I have been addicted to Gary Vaynerchuk for at least the last year. He calls life an “at bat,” and I’d rather smack the damn cover off the ball than watch it zip by. It sounds kind of sick, and maybe I’m just choosing the wrong words, but I have always believed that I am better than just about everyone.

It’s not that I necessarily have a better character, that I deserve power, or that I demand respect. It’s more like…dude, I’m just awesome. I’m Weeenzy, damn it.

Now let me use the next year to better explain what I mean.