I just read about someone who is making a lot of positive changes in his life, like cleaning out clutter, losing weight, and all of that other stuff people resolve to do at the beginning of the year or for some other milestone. In this case, it’s the guy’s birthday, and he is turning the same age that I will be turning on my next birthday. I forget the formula I use to translate my age into earth years, so I will simply describe it as young enough to still have some shred of hope, old enough to know better.

This guy has decided to keep himself honest and on-track by blogging daily about his progress. I don’t know who besides him would be truly interested in this, but perhaps he’s intending to be inspirational. I would probably blog about progress toward my own goals except for that I don’t have any. Progress, that is; I have goals. Sadly, most of the things that have to happen in my life are really things that have to happen in other people’s lives, and I don’t have any control over that unless you count how tightly I can clench my jaw. I guess, on my own, I want to finish my book and finish fixing up the house. How would you like to read about that every day?

Dear blog: This morning, I wrote three words and called it a day.

Dear blog: Today I passed that broken handrail and died a little more inside.