The Day After Christmas

So this is more or less the time when I begin to think about New Year’s resolutions, resolutions that are much easier to make than to keep. I am an anti-list type (I don’t make them, although I admire those who do. And for years I have collected abandoned lists from other people’s shopping carts, lists that often start with EGGS.) but every year I try The Process, by buying a new notebook and a pen. And coming up with titles: What I Might Do This Year. Or, Maybe.

Maybe this year
I will figure out
how to learn
sign language
maybe this
year I can
eliminate
rather than gather
though I love
to gather
I will be patient
replacing
judgement
with acceptance
maybe this year
I will give up
worrying about
what I won’t do
become a good
swimmer only
one example
and then there is
the world
and endless
relentless idea
all will be
a little bit different
maybe this year.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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