Two Years & Resolutions

Almost exactly two years ago, I laid down in this blog a rambling rumination on love and whatnot. I was inspired by the sermon at my friend D's wedding. Well, in the intervening two years, D's gotten divorced and managed to impregnate his office manager (in that order, thank God, his divorce was acrimonious enough). Things with L are not only not improved, but apparently, her leaving her job was the impetus she needed to cut me off too (I'm not ruling out that something more serious has occurred with her that prevents her from talking to me, but at least I haven't found an obituary via Google.)

So, where am I at for 2008? I'm sitting here with a broken foot that I've had for the past three months, just back from a not-particularly restful visit home to MO, trying to figure out how I can credibly make resolutions when I can't seem to keep even the smallest commitments to myself. But hey, it's a yearly exercise in self-delusion and ultimately recrimination, and gosh darn it, it's fun.

See, there's #1 - reduce profanity. You can probably fill in the others...weight loss, learn German, learn guitar...well, let's list them:

1. Reduce or eliminate profanity, particularly involving the f-bomb.
2. Incorporate TKD-friendly exercise and stretching into daily schedule (at least 30 min/day)
3. Start and stick to modified fasting diet
4. Learn guitar using brother D's Esteban DVDs (assuming they're worth it)
5. Learn German
6. Improve relationships with family and friends (hey, there's a nice specific one)

Guess you've noticed these seem familiar. I'm turning 40 in 2008, in 79 days. It'd be nice to feel like I've used those 79 days to attain some goals before a milestone birthday. And of course, most of those are ongoing, even after the big Four-Oh, but establishing them as habits by then would be nice.

If there's anyone reading, wish me luck. Odd how blogging more regularly isn't a resolution...