Unwritten

Chances are you'll find yourself in my poetry. And if you've done enough damage to get yourself on a first line, thank you for the inspiration. I don't think I'd trade the heartbreak for a laugh...but sometimes I wonder why I write best over a cup of tea, after someone has disappointed me (oop. It's a rhyme).  I am resolved to do better this year. To find positive reasons to write and happier things to say. I'd like to think I walk into things with a sunny disposition but, being honest with myself, I know the last few years have done a lot to dim that shine. 

Today, just like last year and the year before, I'm finalizing my list of resolutions. 

I ran into a guy at Trader Joe's last week who told me he didn't "do" resolutions. Because he thinks we shouldn't wait until the end of the year to make changes--we should make changes all year long. More power to him, you know? While I agree, I also love the idea of New Years Resolutions. Of taking stock of what has worked and what hasn't. Last year's list beseeched me to run away; gave me a list of places to go and people to escape.  

It also warned me against giving up on myself. Reminded me of everything I want...things I'd put to the side on my quest to do something successfully.  This year's list will bear the same reminders, with a fistful of promise...and joy. 

I think we let sadness be our prime motivator, for the same reasons we get so comfortable under our covers: It's a soft place to land. The drop from happiness is so much more volatile and it's one that, once headed down, is difficult to combat. Alice falls down the rabbit hole, you are sucked in by the Devil's Snare; people rarely fly away. 

Maybe 2016 is the year for flying away. Or at least letting our wings grow out. After all, there's no where to go...but up.