I was thinking last night that I seem to have lost a sense of goals. I can remember having goals in my life. Now it seems I'm just existing, staying at my job because it pays the mortgage, going to various social things as they come up. It seems that I should have longer-term goals, or at least be doing things with my life that I consider worthwhile. I don't consider my job worthwhile. Socializing I do find worthwhile, but if that's all I tend to do, it feels unproductive. And I find my various means of escape (reading, watching TV, movies) to be worthwhile only as means of escape.
Well, here's a goal: I want to be able to touch my toes again. The last time I could do it was when I was doing kung fu a few years ago. I'm going to try to remember to stretch every morning, even when I'm too tired to go running. I wonder how long it will take me to be able to touch my toes if I give it a good effort.