My second New Year’s resolution for 2009 is to get more sleep. Studies show that people who don’t get adequate sleep have all sorts of problems: higher rates of heart disease, anxiety, auto accidents; are less productive at work; and myriad other problems. I probably average around 6 hours a night most nights. My goal is to get AT LEAST seven and to try to get eight hours of sleep a night. For the few nights I’ve done it so far this year, I’ve really noticed that I’ve felt better the following days.
Seems like every year — even in the blogging near-blackout of the last few — one of the handful of posts I manage to make consistently is the New Year’s Resolutions post. This year, I’m going to start early, and do them one at a time. First up: Document My Life Better.
I used to blog (we’ve already sorta touched on that one). I used to write in a private journal (still do, but sporadically). I used to take LOTS of photos, especially of my kid. Not so much anymore, and I intend to make that the main plank in my platform, and here’s why…
Over Thanksgiving, we went to visit my parents. Now that The Boy’s almost 6, he’s moderately interested in the other people in his life, and he wanted to see pictures of me when I was his age. So, I pulled out the old family albums and discovered something: if you removed one year’s high school prom pics (I went both years I was allowed to, though) and my high school graduation pics, a causual observer might think I died when I was about 11 or 12.
Now, I’m fairly naturally camera-shy (if you’ve seen me, you know why), but there are NO pictures of me from junior high and high school. I’m glad I have a handful of high school yearbooks still. Of course, I grew up before digital cameras and camera phones and Facebook and all, but, still. It was a little disturbing.
In addition to my not having any pictures taken of me during the later years at home, my parents have managed to lose or throw away even stuff like the official class pictures and t-ball league photos from my youth, not to mention the baseball trophies and Cub Scout badges and other detritus of the life of an American boy in the 70s and 80s. It’s a little weird to have no physical evidence (other than, you know, ME) that I existed then.
I also noticed while helping The Wife put together one of those slick iPhoto calendars from Apple for my mother-in-law that every year we take fewer photos of The Boy, despite our being a multiple-camera family these days.
So, I’m going to encourage photographs and video at every opportunity. At least one Christmas List item (a Flip Mino HD video recorder) should help that somewhat.
Next up: I dunno, but it’ll be up in a few days.