first one of 2015. I’m not into resolutions. The sound of breaking glass comes
to mind, an entire hutch of china overturned. A Hollywood vision includes me
running through a burning woods with my arms overhead to protect from hot falling
that’s another subject. Those are expectations we are reaching for, like the
next rung of the monkey bars. This morning as I returned to last year’s goal to exercise regularly,
I ran into a writer friend on the walking track. We spent thirty
minutes catching up, encouraging each other in our careers.
Once home, over
coffee, I set a schedule, blocked time to write more consistently, submit weekly,
and blog regularly. It looks great. Very neat and orderly on lined paper.
Christmas present lies open next to the DVD. I hear the evil footman calling me. “Come
gorge on season three in the boxed set of Downton Abbey." Ooh, and look at that
stack of novels I received. They’re piled a foot deep on the table next to my rocker.
monkey bars. Even as a child, I could never get beyond the third rung. Where’s
Gollum when you need him with that disappearing ring act.