All the Pretty Things...

I try not to make resolutions because I notice that the minute I resolve to do anything I want to do the opposite. I hate to settle down to rules and tend to rebel in some passive aggressive way or another. So I set myself up with goals, something positive to work toward. I know, the little lies we have to tell ourselves to function.

One goal is to date more. I've only gone on one date in the last seven months and honestly I wasn't into it at all. Lately, I've been wanting to meet someone special and have one of those relationship things. The first step is to get out of my apartment and go out with a guy. I've signed up for some online dating services which have proven successful in the past. Now I just have to muster up the energy to go out.

Which goes into my next goal, getting in shape. I've let myself go. In fact it has gone up an left the building. I get winded going up stairs and find that I'm just so damn tired all the time. I actually love running and find it's a great way of stress relief. Much better than yelling at my friends and family.

My other goals include reading more, keeping my apartment tidy, having more sex, being a better friend, being more creative, watch less TV, go to more museums, take more pictures, go out more on weekends, etc. I guess I just want my life to be different from last year. I'm through with feeling sorry for myself and watching life pass me by.