We are trimming the fat at home. Fewer possessions. Fewer debts. And hopefully fewer pounds. I am currently at the most unhealthy physical condition I've ever been in my life.
I have no resolutions per say, but more a list of Anti-resolutions. I won't divulge those here, this whole post is off topic, but there are times (more often than not) that I would love a fire to wipe out all my possessions; even when my actions would seem to signify the antithesis.
I'm not ready for certain aspects of my life to be over. I'm 35, it's not time to settle in to submission to age, gravity, entropy or apathy.
I've been thinking about this blog lately. For me Green Arrow has been a reflection of American strength, the lone voice targeting wrongs and championing liberty. But it occurs to me Green Arrow is dead. The character died in an explosion but was brought back by a goofy turn of events by a writer whose work has been uninspired for years. Maybe he should just stay dead and be remembered for what he was. It dovetails with the character in a sense, looking back with anger at what should have been. Oliver Queen, at his best, raged at the dying of the "right;" what better circumstance to direct this than his own demise? Maybe I'll close this blog and move on to another themed use of internet space no one reads.