A year ago today I was near Chicago with my old college buddies for a dear friend’s wedding. It was an incredible time, one of the best to remember since college. About this time I was sitting at a bar next to the hotel everyone was staying out, having fun with my old roommates.

It’s been a year later, and I’m not 100% sure if I can agree with that years passing.  To be honest I don’t really have much to complain about, if anything at all, but a year is a year and one should be able to have a lot to say about 365 days.  I really don’t.

I think this post is about complacent-sy.  Becoming complacent.  I told myself long ago I wouldn’t settle until I had accomplished all I wanted, identifiable or not.  I’m still very much targeting that.  I think the faster days pass, the more complacent you are.  Days should be hard, weeks should be never-ending and year should feel like a lifetime.  If this is not so, I’m starting to believe you’re not challenging yourself.  Challenge  yourself, enjoy your time here while you got it.  Go out and stress the christ out of yourself.  Make a change to your life to make your days longer, your stories more intense.  For me, it’s time to get off vacation and start working on some grey hair.  I need to get more busy, starting now.

So a year later, here’s to those who were staying in the hotel with me.  About this time we were all pissing off the bride’s grandmother and generally bringing our college days to some random hotel near Chicago.  I love and miss you all, Godspeed until or next engagement.