Let's begin with resolutions. Last year I was living in the Presidio, didn't know many people, well, didn't have many friends, and spent the first day of 2007 alone in my house, napping for the most part. One of my resolutions for last year was to run everyday. Run a mile, run 10, just run. I put post it's on my wall saying RUN goddamnit (when I make it one word im not taking his name in vain right?). I was motivated, I was broken hearted, and I was lonely. Running everyday seemed plausible. It lasted for 10 days. 10 measly days. Pathetic.
This year, I woke up the first day of 2008 sick but relaxed from practically 2 weeks of no work. I was thankful for the people I have met over the year, the adventures ive been on, the way ive grown and changed. I also woke up with a feeling of complete disapointment in the things I failed to acomplish the last 365 days, but held a sense of hope that 2008 would be different. I cleared the crust from my eyes, stretched and yawned with no resolution. I brushed my teeth, walked to the kitchen, and popped a miniture Milky Way in my mouth. I enjoyed every chewy caramel chocolate bite, with absolutely no plans to run it off.
I would like the rock hard abs, and I would like the ass you can bounce a quater off of, and I would like the sexy built arms that I find so damn attractive on other people. I would like a massage at this current moment. I would like to have a million dollars, tax free. I would like a new laptop, because this one is slow and clunky. I would like to understand what the heck I want to do with my life. I would like to be more understanding, and patient, and thoughtful. I would like to be more carefree and not be so influenced by other people. I want to be healthy and I want to be honest. No more unrealistic goals. No more selective hearing. No more neglecting responsibilties. No more making excuses. No more!!!!!! Ok, maybe I'll start running tomorrow.