Here’s one of those meme things where you complete statements that begin with “I” plus a verb. If you have a blog, feel free to copy this and fill in your own statements.
I am a white Mormon male living in the most conservative county of the most conservative state.
I have too much work to do and shouldn’t be blogging.
I want to find more success writing and publishing books.
I wish my novel “Kindred Spirits” had been received better; it looks like I will need to self-publish it, but I’m starting to think that might be fun to do on a small scale.
I hate it when I’m given dumb assignments at work or when workmates bother me too much.
I love reading, e-mail, food of many kinds, sleep, my wife and kids.
I miss living in Boston.
I fear losing my salaried job and having trouble figuring out how to provide for my family. I also fear civilization breaking down and not having food, water, electricity, medical care, etc.
I hear less well as the years go by, probably due to concerts and headphones.
I wonder what I’ll be doing five years from now, career-wise.
I regret all the romantic relationships I’ve been in except my current, final one.
I resent turning 40 later this year and still not feeling like I’ve found my true career groove.
I eat too much fast food.
I drink too much Coke.
I am free of allergies or addictions to anything serious, for which I’m grateful.
I dance never.
I sing never, not even at church. At best, I’ll open the hymnbook and follow along with the words. I guess occasionally I sing a little to my kids, in a joking manner.
I cry rarely, usually only when I think something I’ve read, heard, or seen is really cool, and then only with some tears welling. The last time I remember crying about something sad was when I was worried about my two older kids.
I am not as spiritual or religious as I think I used to be. My midlife crisis seems to be all about career, with a little bit of church tiredness creeping in and a little bit of concern about physical aging. It’s not at all about my marriage.
I make words on the keyboard.
I can't pee if someone is standing next to me in the men’s room, unless there’s a wall between us. Is that called a shy bladder?
I need to figure out a better career for myself, where I feel engaged and want to progress more and can earn a better living.
I should get a complete physical when I turn 40 later this year, including colon screening.
I start snoozing during most verbal-based meetings and lectures, whether church, work, or even something I’m interested in.
I finish virtually all books and movies that I start.