Move More

The page stares back at me, blank and empty. A week has passed and I have missed the deadline I set for myself. Now another week has passed, and still the page is blank. A new year has begun, and the page remains blank, but then again, the year is also blank.

January.

Janus is the roman god of beginnings and endings. January, a month of new beginnings. It also happens to be the month of my birth. So, as I contemplate a new year, I also contemplate getting one year older. I have reached the age where another birthday is not something I look forward to.

It was a tough year, and I don’t think the new one is going to be much easier, but we continue to slog on. The last few years I haven’t slogged quite as hard as I could have, and that brings me to my one resolution for the year.

Move more.

I have been more than a little sedentary over the last few years, and that is one thing I intend to change this year. I don’t believe in resolutions, so I won’t lay out some grandiose plan of exercise and healthy eating. I know myself too well. But, I have spent way too many nights parked in my chair in front of my computer, and that is part of what I mean to change. No plans to exercise several times a week. No plans on how much weight I want to lose. Simple.

Move more.

I suppose that I could also say, do more, but, I want to keep it truly simple. No goals that will fail before February and make me feel bad. No goals that I will look back on at the end of the year and feel a sense of failure over, just a simple proposal for how to end up in a little different place a year from now.

Move more.

Hopefully some of it will be moving the fingers, and this blog will get back on track. Hopefully, moving will include getting some work done and a few projects will move forward to completion. I hope for lots of things, but I won’t put them as goals, because I have always found that those goals fail. The goals that succeed are the ones that I hold in my heart. The goal that I have in my heart is to stop the slow…or not so slow…slide from middle age into premature old age. I am stiff and sore and out of shape and unhappy and bored and….I don’t know what else, but I feel the answer is simple.

Move more.