I Neeeeever make New Year’s Resolutions.
Because although my intentions are admirable and sincere, I
DO NOT keep them.
I once declared at midnight, “I’m going to stop eating chocolate
beginning riiight now.”
That resolution lasted until 12:05.
Another year… I stood up, lifted my arms to the ceiling like Scarlett from Gone With The Wind…
And says to Mr. Liverpool boldly & earnestly, “I shall
be slipping into those size 7 jeans come June, baaaabe. Get ready for your hot mama.
As God is my witness,
I Will Never be fat again.”
I might as well have looked in the mirror and hollered, “Fuck You, Loooser.”
Most New Years Resolutions are S T U P I D and Unrealistic.
I know this chick who confessed she was going to give up
sugar for her whole damn stinkin’ life.
Who could do that? And why would you want to?
Anyhow, I saw her at the grocery store the other day…
….Her ass arrived about 3 minutes after she did.
Or what about those individuals who say— “My Resolution is to work
out for an hour
You’re pumped up to
join a trendy gym to get your sexy back by Spinning, Tae- Boing, Yoga-ing,
Tai-chi-ing, and Zumba-ing.
Or you swear you’ll be running the treadmill every night
But what ends up happening is—
After a long day of toil and sweat, you get home and you’re exhausted.
You end up fixing supper, if you’re lucky, and watch a re-run of some mindless Lifetime Movie.
My Resolution is not to make a Resolution.
Why start something I can’t finish?
Some superficial shallow shitty sacrifice?
I’m not giving up sugar, that’s for daaamn sure.
…..But I do pray for purpose.
I do pray for this so-called-
horrible journey I’m suddenly on
without Kay to have some sort of impact,
some sort of meaning.
In O’s January Issue, Oprah’s new goal was inspired by her Sufi
~~”A Feather on the Breath of God….Flowing where I can
best be used in service to my calling.”~~
This is precisely what I want.
To be used.
To be used up.
What other reason are we here?
Oh, and by the way, I still have those size 7 jeans hanging in my
Perhaps…I shall wear them one