There are 15 minutes left to the first day of this new year and I sit here amid feelings I cannot describe. I have so much to say. I have so much I cannot say. There is so much that needs saying but would be wrong to utter right now, today, because I would be unnecessarily rude and my words would be pointless and mean. They’d be very mean. I will find a balance, somewhere, though, and when I do, the words will come and they’ll be correct.
This year. This year I — never mind. It’s pointless. I have learned to stop saying what I intend. I intend to simply DO. Rather than spew line upon line of “what I hope for this year”, I’m simply going to let you know as I complete each thing on my list.
The list. The list has additions almost daily. I have to write them down to remember them all. From try okra one more time, one different way to see if it’s possible to not consider it COMPLETELY USELESS IN MY TRAVELS TO HAPPINESS to oh, hey, I’m published in the Washington City Paper this Thursday, I’m simply going to let you know as they happen (like I did right there.)
There is so much good to be had this year and beyond. There is so much good I am claiming this year and beyond.
I am going to be remembered. This year and beyond.
I am totally using my Buzz Lightyear voice right now. To infinity.