2008 and where I'm at

Ola!
So it's now well into the new year, and alot of folks who started their new years resolutions have dropped off already and thats ok. I made no such resolutions, knowing full well the waste of breath that would be, and just decided (After my bad cold finally went away) to throw myself recklessly into my life.
I'm working out my body these days. Alot. Feels good, in a painful sort of way, but at least I am getting results, bleeding my tremendous amount of stress, and dammit, feeling good about things. About life, and people, and relationships, and being single and independant.
Still working at my job, but that has become secondary in my life, where once it truly was my mistress.
Life still kinda sucks in my world overall.... but you know.. I cant put my finger on it... I am really loving this year so far. No special reason for it. Maybe because Im involved in something I want to be doing with the work outs and its a big benefit on alot of levels, or maybe its because I have been able to let some things go from my past.
My past has dogged me constantly, and only my closest friends really know all the stuff I lug around with me. "Weight of the world" comes to mind alot, but I have closed some doors that had been open too long now, and even some newer stuff that has been hurting my outlook had to be cut loose.
Its a freeing thing, to be honest with yourself. Realizing things about people you really cared for.. and just letting that go. Its sad really, but thats life I guess, and I feel free and silly and kind of giddy with life and what it may have to offer me.
List of goofy things I have done recently
-push ups... hundreds of them every day
-volunteered at a soup kitchen
-video cammed a social
-put a log on my desk at work
-was there for a friend
-passed a test
-lost at bowling to a brand new 10 year old
-hugged a sister
-burned myself in the craziest place possible
- times that last one by two
-made an unlikely and surprising friend
-went on a date
-tripped
-many times
-found out my eye is getting worse
-locked himself out of my house (Without locking any doors whatsoever)
-stashed bread in a cooler on the deck
-realized that there may be hope yet for me

......and it's only been a month. This is going to be a great year. I can feel it.

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