I suppose I could try one more time to lose the 15 pounds I put on after my second back injury.
Been biting my nails for 43 years, could give quitting that a whack. Again.
Probably would do to drink less. Booze is expensive, and see resolution number one up there.
I really do have a problem with online shopping. I had to give it up for Lent last year. I might want to work on that.
Last year’s resolution was to do yoga twice a week. Day job put paid to that, I was too busy to breathe much less breathe deeply and lovingly into the center of my chest or whatever the stupid man-bun on my yoga video wanted me to do.
Man-bun tells me that visualizing my pain going away is the key to managing whatever health condition I have. I’ve seen the MRIs of my herniated discs and looking at them did not make me feel better. Fuck yoga. But I have a bike-desk thing in my basement and really no excuse not to ride it four days a week.
I can make positive resolutions. I want to write more about the things that matter instead of stunting the instinct to explore a topic with distractions and excuses.
I want less to lose weight than to get stronger, to feel better, to go outside more.
I want to cook more meals. My resolution could be to have homemade dinner at least 5 nights a week instead of shoving graham crackers in my face at 7 p. m.
But I think mostly what I want to work on this year is burning the motherfucking fascists to the motherfucking ground.
I went to, I think, six or seven protests this year. In 2019 my resolution is to get that number to 10.
I want to volunteer one Sunday a month at a community organization or shelter. I raised a shitload of money for a cause last year and I’d like to raise TWO SHITLOADS this year.
There are available freeways all over my ‘hood that need signs on them and bitches, I got cardboard and a kid who likes to paint. Let’s say three of those.
What else? What are some small achievable things I can do to fuck over Nazis?
Who wants some, 2019? Huh?
Let’s go.
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