The year of the Ox.

Really? An ox? A stubborn fool-hardy beast of burden? Yeah yeah, they’re responsible hard workers, whatever.

I’m a SHEEP. I want to be left alone to my own creative devices. I want to be late to parties. I want to sleep in. I want to graze in the fields. I don’t want to work hard. That stuff is for THE MAN, man.

Oh, but the economy is bad. Hmm, okay. Oh, but I’m turning 30 this year, and it’s time to step it up in the personal goals department. Okay, that’s another one. Oh, and there’s this really niggling conscience part of me that is telling me to kick it into high gear this year or I could be out hitting the pavement like much of the country. Right, so there’s a really good one.

Okay, ox. You win this time. But six years from now? It’s my turn to shine.