I hate ‘re-start’ blog posts, but I have to do one. For a while, I was going at a pretty good clip, updating the site 2 to 3 times a week. That takes discipline, especially since I was doing my best to avoid “what I ate for breakfast” type posts (oatmeal, hard boiled egg, orange juice and a whole wheat mini bagel if you must know). I have to say I was proud of myself. Then two events of opposite extremes happened:

I got offered an exciting job that I couldn’t pass up on the very day the economy seriously took a nose dive.

The impact of these two events rendered me what some scientists (but not scientologists) would call “unfunny”. I think for the past few months I have been in shock and the thought of writing my own stuff just repulsed me. No ideas grabbed me like before.

I explored my options. I asked my wife if I could develop a drug habit. She said no. I thought about starting a drug habit behind her back, but she said no to that as well. All that was left was to start writing again.

The problem remained that my sense of humor is directly related to the stock market and there could be some unfunny times ahead. That’s when I had my moment of clarity. If I could raise myself above the fluctuations of the market, I could write unimpeded. The solution?

Total World Domination.

Now, I’ve made total world domination a New Year’s resolution every year since I was 4 and frankly I haven’t had the best track record in keeping to my resolution. But this year, I set a goal: total world domination in 365 days. It turns out that is exactly one year, which makes it easier to remember.

By setting this goal, I can track my progress and make sure I’m on plan. Better yet, I’m going to post my progress on my twitter account: http://www.twitter.com/rbeeler. I’ll also feed my twitter account onto this page somehow. [follow up - my attempt to do that failed. I gave it a good solid 5 minutes and have decided that it is impossible to do.]

It’s an ambitious goal, but so is wearing pants at work every day even though I work at home. So, I’m back on the horse (no, not heroin - my wife said no, remember?) and hopefully the creative juices will start flowing again.

Which gets me thinking, “what is a creative juice anyway? Does it come from a creative fruit?”

Classic. I’m back, baby! I’ve still got it!