Honestly

I confess that I went into this New Year having made absolutely no resolutions whatsoever. Very uncharacteristic of me, as I'm the queen of resolutions--the neat little lists written in my journal with different colored markers; they seem so exciting once they're down on paper. I usually break every one by March 1, but to me, the resolution-making is more the point. I am a creature of NO habit, unless procrastination counts as a habit.

I think I may have halfheartedly resolved to do the dishes on a more regular basis, but I'm not sure. I've been spending so much time with Bosnian friends trying to speak Bosnian and listen to as much Bosnian as possible, that I guess one big resolve is to speak Bosnian 100% more by the end of this year. That's 99% more than I speak now.

Hm, I need to run more. Whenever I run I wonder why I don't do it more? It feels great, and the positively spring-like weather with the pollen-less benefit of winter indicates that I am without excuse, and that I should be getting out there every day.

I definitely need to memorize more Scripture. I once made it a goal to memorize more Scripture than I knew movie quotes. I wonder what the ratio of fluff to substance is in my brain--ooh, I don't want to go there. And I'd like to read some books on Islam; it's awful hard to evangelize Muslims when one knows three total things about their religion. No, I'm exaggerating--I know enough, but not at the depth I wish.

One resolution that is a guarantee: this year I will reach my hair to the length of elbows goal that I began back in May of 2005. And I will get to London this year--fish, chips, cup o' tea, Big Ben, castles, westerners--ahhh!

But seriously my resolution making and breaking reminds me what an extraordinarily undisciplined person I am. Oh well!