525,600 minutes or So this is the new year. And I have no resolution.
Moments so dear
How do you measure a year ?
In daylights in sunsets in midnights in cups of coffee in inches in miles in laughter in strife
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
Journeys to plan
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truths that she learned in times that he cried
In the bridges he burned or the way that she died
It’s time now to sing out though the story never ends
Lets celebrate remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Love is a gift from up above
Measure your life in love
Seasons of love
So here we are again. We’ve reached that point of the year where we imagine the slate wiped clean; that annual opportunity to become better. Sure, we could choose any day at all to start over: a birthday; an important day, or just the moment that the desire hits. But tradition says that it all starts today. And who are we to change the way things have always been?
Oh irony of ironies, who are we to change the clean slate tradition of New Years Eve? Complete with resolutions which we plan on breaking, although some may not realize it concretely.
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Make believe that we are working for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front porch
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
Lets see… my past resolutions have included being nicer to my siblings, doing better in school, doing all of my homework, not kissing people I didn’t care about, and numerous other piddley little things that were so frivolous and improbable that they hardly deserve mention. These all fell through… a couple I held out on, but not so much because I resolved it on New Years Eve as because it’s the better way to do things. Some just fell hard and fast. Splat.
This year I’m making them small, simple, and worthwhile. And I acknowledge now that they’ll take some getting used to, because lets face it, once you break that fleighty little new years resolution, you usually call it quits. Instant failure. It’s weird. So I’m picking a couple battles to fight, here and now.
This year I will:
Finish a story.
Treat my life as I treat work- efficiently, actively, with less procrastination.
Start the freakin’ PTT. Officially.
Try my best to follow through.
There are other things that I’d like to promise to myself and others, but I think that if I stick to this list, I have a chance of growing into those things which I declined to write, here. Here’s to the proverbial clean slate, kids!
Happy New Year!!!
Bonne Année à Tous!
Holy Cow, I’m ringing in the new year in Paris, France. How perfect. How appropriate. I hope it changes me. I hope it affects me.
p.s.
I wrote this new years eve afternoon... there's a lot that I've written since that I feel should be posted here, but it's not typed, so it'll have to wait until I really have time and the desire to cram it into a computer. a+!