Hatching the plan.

The countdown to 01/01/10 has commenced. Over the next month I will compile a list of all the things I have wanted to do in my life but have never gotten round to. It's easy to come up with reasons why not. It's easy to dawdle your life away. The honing of my procrastination skill set is one of the few achievements of my twenties.

What would my life be like if I stopped hiding? Where would it take me if I confronted my hopes and fears instead of fleeing them? Perhaps I will find my fears were unfounded and my life will swell with possibilities and prospects. Perhaps I will turn into some god-awful self-help shite spouting bell end. Perhaps that process is already underway.

Or maybe I will discover that I am immutable. Am I destined to spend my nights waiting tables, trundling home to wallow in my own inadequacies with a big glass of pinot in one hand, a joint in the other and a fading glint in my eyes that tells of long abandoned dreams? Not that I'm prone to melodramtic self-aggrandisement, you understand.

Whatever the outcome I intend to give this project my all. I have a problem seeing things through. I'm the archetypal drop out. But I will see this through.

Commitment - now that's something that scares me.

This Blog.

My name is Martin. Next year I will be 30 years old. I don't have a hell of a lot to show for it. No house. No career. No partner. No money. No kids. No car.*

I am stuck.

Stuck in a life I had never imagined for myself. Stuck with the regrets of the things I have failed to do, the chances I have failed to grasp.

No more.

From January 1st 2010 I will do something everyday that scares me. Well, I might give myself the weekends off, just so I'm not turned into a total quivering wreck.

But until then I'm going to do the usual - hide from life, drink too much and get completely fucked-up over Christmas.

*I'm really not that bothered about the last two.