J.D. Moyer

sci-fi author, beatmaker

Tag: New Year’s resolutions

Having More Fun With It, Getting Better At It (Instead of New Year’s Resolutions)

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On January 3

In Metaprogramming

This year I wasn’t in the mood for revving myself up for ambitious goals or New Year’s resolutions requiring a lot of discipline. My family is recovering from Covid, we’re still in quarantine, and the best I can do is try to avoid being a complete grouch. None of us got seriously ill and I am grateful for that. Knock on wood, but we’re over the worst of it as far as I can tell.

Anyway, instead of making any big New Year’s resolutions, I made a simple list of activities I want to do more of in 2022. Activities I usually enjoy. Writing fiction, making music, the usual suspects…

But also asking myself — can I have more fun with it? While also getting better at it?

My life needs more fun. But not hedonism. I don’t want to get drunk and fat. But more fun and playfulness, yes. It’s been a fucking serious couple of years.

So my motto for 2022 is to have more fun with it, while getting better at it. That applies to writing, making beats, making money, parenting, getting healthier, playing chess, everything.

That’s all I got: a simple plan.

Wishing you the best for 2022. May this year bring you health, wealth, joy, and many excellent experiences.

2017 Personal Recap and Thoughts for 2018

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On January 1

In Life Purpose & Goals, Personal Updates, Writing

Qoöl NYE 2008 at 111 Minna

Hello readers! Hope you had an excellent New Year’s Eve. I had a quiet celebration with my family this year–we made cheesecake, played Clue, and watched a Jane Austen movie on Netflix. While I fondly remember my nights hosting New Year’s Eve parties, deejaying afterparties until 5am, drinking too much whiskey, and trying to keep track of the night’s door revenues, I’m glad my current lifestyle no longer requires such excess. Those were good times, and I’m glad I survived them (and profited), but the stress level was consistently high. I remember the night one guest accidentally set her hair on fire (thanks Hsiao-Wen for dousing the flames). I remember the night when a huge wad of cash fell out of my pocket in the back room of the DNA Lounge (honest employees–it was all there when I went back to find it). I remember the stress of trying to serve five hundred guests free champagne between midnight and 12:10am (thanks Jackie, Beth, Dawn, Kia, and everyone else who made that happen year after year). I remember when a patron, exhausted and drunk, fell off his barstool and cracked his head on the floor. Ultimately the poor fool was fine, but my friend Aly fainted at the sight of blood. Her boyfriend Dave caught her in his arms and swept her away.

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