looking back over the year
I marvel at the resolutions I’ve kept.
eat more chocolate: check
talk about joining a gym: check
laugh heartily at myself for talking about joining a gym: check
comment on the unseemly passing of time at least one million times: check
tell significant children in my life I can’t believe how much they’ve grown then grimace as I remember how much I HATED that: check
promise myself I’ll eat healthier tomorrow: check.
And now I’m driving, pondering if it’s even remotely possible to improve this list, but all I’m hearing are the wheels turning.
you got me again you re-indefatigable resolutionary revolutions you.
then my coffee spilt as I hit that bump darn it.
I was hoping I could stop missing you…