Resolutions

I tried a number of new year's resolutions on for size and soundly rejected all but one. Oh, they were all noble pursuits, worthy of my time and energy. But, that's the rub; time and energy. It's hard to be "real" with oneself and separate the you that fantasizes over the you of your dreams from the you that understands what you can actually count on yourself to do. The responsible you versus the flake. Now, the flake is lovable, the one who gets distracted and says yes to everything because everything seems so exciting. Yoga, yes. Drawing class, yes. Writing class, yes. Bicycling to work twice a week, yes. Give up dairy, yes. Take on a horse, yes. Raise backyard chickens, yes. Publish a book of poems, yes. Take on Spanish, yes. Work at a community garden, yes. This list of wishful frivolity goes on and on and just by holding the list can be a balm of sorts healing scratches and scars from a previous year of disappointments. There in black and white is the potential for a new you, an improved 2015 model accessorized to the hilt with shiny new interests and fascinations. Yes, I'm an interesting person who  does interesting things and I really count for something. And so it goes. Yet, when it comes down to meting out time to accomplish these new goals, the second hand falls short. So,  in order to avoid these resolution pitfalls and following a long session with myself attempting to have a meaningful two-way conversation with my stubborn "other", in love with the me it would like me to be, I sloughed the list of all but one. RESOLVED: To practice the guitar in a thoughtful manner five days a week.  We'll see...