Why Sit Ups?

I've been thinking about how people change their lives, what is possible to change, what is here forever. We (okay--I) cling to the belief that one can change most anything, really, and with that change create a new life, or a better life, or something exciting, interesting, fabulous. And then there is global change, as opposed to personal selfish change. Because we do want to change the world, end hunger, and save the planet. But, can we change? Can we really change? Sometimes I feel so powerless yet also surrounded by immense clouds of utter hopefulness. 

One longed-for change, I wish I traveled more. Once, I went to the Czech Republic and it was so great. I loved everything about being in Bohemia: the dumplings, the music, my new friend Eduard, the crazy art everywhere. The quiet beauty of not understanding a word anyone said. My Kafka Museum T-shirt. I would love to live a life that involved traveling to new places all the time. Instead, I move across country rather often, but do not travel out of the country much at all. Someday I think I will change that--before I die certainly. But, will I? Can I? 

I don't know. 

Also, I kind of want to get my stomach muscles back in shape after having kids (okay, it was seven years ago, but who's counting?) For some reason, I kind of want to be a person with a strong core and flat abs, who also travels to great, new places, and does something to make the world a better place. This feels a little random, possibly shallow, but somehow do-able. Maybe if I take it one sit up at a time. 

With this in mind. I walk into my bedroom, lie down on the floor with my feet tucked under the bed, I clasp my hands behind my head, and sit up straight. Then I lie down again. 

Done. My first sit up. But, 365? This will definitely hurt.