Dan's Goals for 2017 & a 2016 Flashback!
I've never really been a goals sort of person.
I mean I have ideas and certain standards I'm looking to
achieve, but I don't panic if I don't meet that standard right away.
I'd rather it be a little later than anticipated than fucked up. Yes,
there are times when I am a tad rushed, like sometimes with the blog
because I have so many things going on, but I don't want to disappoint
any of you guys who like to read it! : )
BUT.
BUT.
For 2017, I've decided to try setting goals and achieving them in an average
period of time. I see this "life goals" shit everywhere and most of them I regard
as a joke and hope for the sake of the population of humanity that it is a goddamn joke.
1. I'd like to see my books expand and maybe do a greatest hits collection.
In the collection, I'd but in fresh material as well. Maybe I'll do little book
packages as well. I think that would be amazing to do. I think I might wait on that
until 2018. I'm still not sure yet. We'll play this one by ear.
until 2018. I'm still not sure yet. We'll play this one by ear.
2. I'm hoping that the Canadian Tour goes over well. I want to meet the fans
who love my writing and my blog. I'm hoping that more people came out than
in NYC and we all have a good time together. This time round, I'll bring more samples
of writing and little discount codes for the online shops!
3. I'm hopeful I be able to release Mental Masturbation: From Blog to Book
by June of 2017.
4. I'm hoping to branch out a bit more with my vlogging. Not just tour stuff and little
tattoo snippets. I think I might share some stories as a blog. I just hate the sound of my voice
which is why I've never done it. You can hear me at the end of one of them saying, "Oh fuck me!"
I will, of course, vlog the Canadian Tour: Anja Absinthe presents Dan and lil Phil GO MAPLE.
5. I ache to collide with the one that I love truly and wholly. This is something that I never
thought would never happen for me, to find someone who is actually honest and true; untarnished
by the horrors and atrocities of this world. I dream of his lips against mine almost each night and have memorised how his hands would feel against my hips, as we're drenched in late afternoon sunlight.
Now, let's do a little flashback to 2016 and reflect on the pile of shit that was that year.
I came back from München on a wave of depression. The highs and lows of this year
have been something out of a horror film. I went to Finland and tasted the snow in the dead of winter. I ran and slid along the ice, feeling like I as flying. I felt crippling fear and panic attacks, but I also took in some of the most amazing sights that I never thought I'd be able to. I went to Istanbul again and experienced the mesh of cultures that one can there. It never fails to leave me mesmerised. There is going to be a blog on one of these happenings because it's just too good to lump it in here. I made the mistake of getting that throat tattoo. And I found out that the guy I thought loved me and was the other part of me was actually just taking the piss out of me and made fun of me to the public. Oh, he also called me a freak, psycho and all that comes with that. I hope he chokes to death on a chicken wing.
This destruction of my really changed my perceptions on love, life and what it means to be a human being. I didn't want it. I wanted to be something above and beyond that. I sunk into an even deeper wave of depression. My mania spikes were driven by my intense sadness, which led to alcohol and pill binges. I didn't care what happened to me. It wasn't important. I still feel these feelings sometimes, I'm not going to pretend that my bipolar disorder isn't still a major part of my life. It's just one aspect of me and I've realised that it's not the sum total of who I am. My actions are. My beliefs are. My loves and devotions are. My bitter regret and heart filled hatred are.
And last but not least.
I'm thankful that I found him. The one with the contiguous laugh, who taught me the true
meaning of the word Hallelujah. He's sweetness trickled through the Earth and spread through me like wildfire. It is through him and his light that I am able to see things that I couldn't or was unwilling to see before. He is most beautiful part of me.
by June of 2017.
4. I'm hoping to branch out a bit more with my vlogging. Not just tour stuff and little
tattoo snippets. I think I might share some stories as a blog. I just hate the sound of my voice
which is why I've never done it. You can hear me at the end of one of them saying, "Oh fuck me!"
I will, of course, vlog the Canadian Tour: Anja Absinthe presents Dan and lil Phil GO MAPLE.
5. I ache to collide with the one that I love truly and wholly. This is something that I never
thought would never happen for me, to find someone who is actually honest and true; untarnished
by the horrors and atrocities of this world. I dream of his lips against mine almost each night and have memorised how his hands would feel against my hips, as we're drenched in late afternoon sunlight.
Now, let's do a little flashback to 2016 and reflect on the pile of shit that was that year.
I came back from München on a wave of depression. The highs and lows of this year
have been something out of a horror film. I went to Finland and tasted the snow in the dead of winter. I ran and slid along the ice, feeling like I as flying. I felt crippling fear and panic attacks, but I also took in some of the most amazing sights that I never thought I'd be able to. I went to Istanbul again and experienced the mesh of cultures that one can there. It never fails to leave me mesmerised. There is going to be a blog on one of these happenings because it's just too good to lump it in here. I made the mistake of getting that throat tattoo. And I found out that the guy I thought loved me and was the other part of me was actually just taking the piss out of me and made fun of me to the public. Oh, he also called me a freak, psycho and all that comes with that. I hope he chokes to death on a chicken wing.
This destruction of my really changed my perceptions on love, life and what it means to be a human being. I didn't want it. I wanted to be something above and beyond that. I sunk into an even deeper wave of depression. My mania spikes were driven by my intense sadness, which led to alcohol and pill binges. I didn't care what happened to me. It wasn't important. I still feel these feelings sometimes, I'm not going to pretend that my bipolar disorder isn't still a major part of my life. It's just one aspect of me and I've realised that it's not the sum total of who I am. My actions are. My beliefs are. My loves and devotions are. My bitter regret and heart filled hatred are.
And last but not least.
I'm thankful that I found him. The one with the contiguous laugh, who taught me the true
meaning of the word Hallelujah. He's sweetness trickled through the Earth and spread through me like wildfire. It is through him and his light that I am able to see things that I couldn't or was unwilling to see before. He is most beautiful part of me.
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