Resolve
I’m going to eat better and start running again and fix cars and wave at people. I’m going to knit sweaters and commit sins and wish on stars and spit on the sidewalk. I’m going to smile more and lose weight and consider my options carefully in order to develop a more refined moral fiber. I’m going to bless whores and love my fate and rock the boat and sleep in hammocks.
I’m feeding the fucking animals.
I’m having the devil over for dinner to discuss long range plans. However, we’re sticking to my diet. I’m going to finish this novel, print the whole thing out, and burn it. Watch my imagination go up in flames and roast marshmallows with the devil.
I’m going to spend my life savings on magic beans. I’m going to change my hairstyle and floss more and lift weights and obey traffic laws. I’m going to open a door for an elderly couple and then mock them for being old. I’m going to curse at the Dalai Lama. Fuck disabled people. I’m going to stay in today. I’m going to learn how to pray.
I’m going to watch more TV and grow my own pot and weigh my options regarding a career change. I’m going to donate money to various charities. I’m going to learn how to dance and finally see France and walk around the house without any pants. I’m going to be astonished. I’m going to remember to be amazed.
I’m going to be loud and boisterous in libraries and cemeteries.
I’m going to be true to myself and kill myself and be good to myself and forget myself. I’m going to take walks in the desert and explore the desert of my mind. I’m going to talk to a cactus and pet a rattlesnake. I’m going to traffic with the dead and befriend the inanimate and be kinder to my furniture.
I’m going to roll the dice and fuck being nice and speak my mind without thinking twice. I’m going to strike up long conversations with strangers on benches. I’m going to close my eyes and leap off from bridges. I’m going to write down my dreams and search for the seams and study all manner of things in between. I’m going to write more songs. Sing more songs. Love the worst people. Forget all their wrongs.
I’m going to remember my death and laugh.
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How about you?
Happy New Year.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Reader Comments (25)
This is the perfect antidote. Thank you.
I want to smash Faberge Eggs and Ming vases against the masonry block wall out back and hide the Crazy Glue. I want peace and war. I want fire and forest reclamation. I want to mix my peanut butter with my chocolate and try and use more butter. I want to learn how to treat vegetables like I know how to treat meat.
perfection = speechless.
i was going to put my fave line from above here, and i cant even pick a fave.
that good.
happy new year, bhj. stay you.
And, of course, get some professional help, right? JK--Happy New Year!!
I was just gonna try to get a job.
I'm going to read this again and again and pass it along and wish that everyone in the world could see the world more like you.
Love.
I'm going to lose weight and exercise.
I'm going to
Love that! So chock full of quotables too.
You're on a roll w/ the great writing--I think this willl be your year!
I am going to lather, rinse, and repeat. And maybe do something about getting this fucking monkey off my back.
i m gonna study seriously and be the best...
I'm going to try not to fuck everything up and be careful with the hearts around me while trying to feed my own.
And spend more effort on the good old standbys of Just Do It and Shut the Fuck Up.
Stare at the moon well and often. Take up yodeling. Regularly breakfast on the back porch. Play hooky, more than once. Thoroughly tell someone off who well deserves it; it is high time. Break a law, maybe two. Eat more non-organic red meats. Play the tambourine, loudly and at odd hours. Kiss with saliva, a la "fitter happier".
Thanks for this. I'm always thanking you. That's a thing, when your words are gifts.
Best first line in a New Year's resolution post...and so attainable: the waving at people part anyway. I hate it when people don't wave back at me. Seems so damned unfriendly.
It's always good to stay on the realistic side with resolutions!
Happy new year BHJ; may you always get what you need.
I fucking love you. I wanna be YOU next year. But I'll try to be satisfied with the "me" instead. I could never be you, could I?
I'm going to change and stay the same.
I wanna get a new comforter for my bed and a new thought process for my head.
Also, I think Two-Thousand Ten is the year for that welding thing I've been talking about for a couple of years now.
I'm going to pet more kittens and drink less alcohol. I'm going to have more sex and less Ativan. I'm going to color with Crayola crayons in a coloring book and sign my name at the bottom. I'm going to love with purpose every day.
I, too, am going to run again.
And I'm going to see 10 ballparks and, if calculations are correct, I can see nearly each team play while on my magical ballpark tour.
And none of those teams are going to be the Detroit Fucking Tigers because they have broken my heart for the very.last.time. (until next year) Seriously, it's not like Michigan needed a bright spot or anything. Bastards.
This resonates. Its echoing.
I am going to try and be more honest and less bored.
I also resolve to smell more; I forget to smell. I was approached by a homeless teen a few days ago, and my nose detected his stale smell of unwash. This morning, I smelled some dried apricots. 2010 is going to be great.
I am going to write a book of poetry and partially dedicate it to BHJ.
AWESOME post!
Put a beat behind this and go all bearded Phoenix on youtube.
I'm gonna smoke pot.
i'm gonna meet hundreds of my friends for the first time. i'm gonna not dress like a bum every day. i'm gonna keep running, do a 10k.
@weirdgirl - i'll be there in 10