I made this resolution to get into the habit of blogging once a day, every day, for the  entire year of 2011. There is something that seems magical about that number…2-0=1+1 or something maybe. It doesn’t mean anything in pager code, except “zou” or “zoll.”  But something about this year felt like I could accomplish something.

I love writing. The sounds of the keyboard create the illusion of productivity. I’ve had blogness happening for the last six years, starting on that old school site xanga.com, if anyone remembers that, and then on facebook. Going along with the “illusion of productivity,” I upgraded for this more professional-looking wordpress blog. I do enjoy the mental challenge, as its hard to think of things to say every day that might be clever or insightful or what have you, ev-er-y sin-gle day.

This got me thinking. What exactly is there in my life that I, every day, every single day, without fail?

What can I say that I definitely do every day? What do you do?

There are things I know that I should be doing every day, but don’t:

  • I don’t wash my face every day.
  • I don’t work out every day. Trying to, but…sleeping and eating get in the way.
  • I don’t wash my hair every day.
  • I’m a Christian, and I’d like to say I read my Bible and pray every day, but I don’t. Nowhere in the Bible does it say I have to, there’s not that many rules, actually. So I’m okay with that, even though I know its something I should do. I’m working on it.
  • I usually brush my teeth twice a day, but sometimes at night, it just seems like too much work. Sometimes I just have a glass of milk and swish the calcium-fortifiedness around my molars extra good. Sometimes in the morning, too…..but only on REALLY lazy weekends. Definitely by the end of each day, I think I’ve brushed them at least once. This could work.
  • I don’t eat vegetables every day. Or fruit. I’m kinda llergic to serveral kinds, so, there’s an excuse.
  • I don’t get 12 hugs. Remember Challenge Day in junior high? They told us you need 12 hugs a day to survive. That was great in junior high, because it was a really good excuse for some close, physical contact with your crush. Now I TEACH junior high, and there are some days when I get more than 12 hugs, but I minus out all the creepy ones that linger too long from boys that I think are enjoying it too much.

Tomorrow we shall tackle what DOES get done every day. I wonder what I’ll think of. Because I just realized I can’t even say I get dressed every day, because sometimes I just stay in pajamas for three days in a row. Hm. Hm indeed.