A suitable list of alternative resolutions written for a body in motion, a body flawed, a body cracked in places, a body that soars on the page but sometimes hesitates in the mirror, for the body with a heart that is sometimes tentative, and for the body that houses a passion to big to be contained.
I vow to go on a diet. It’s time to shed pounds of baggage and doubt. Houston, we have clearance for take-off. Excess was dropped on Interstate 40.
Everyday I will to look into the mirror—emotionally naked—and rejoice in all I see, even those Herman Munster feet of mine I’ll need to stand on when I am in front my mirror with only my birthday suit. Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall.
I will exercise my heart by gifting the love that flows freely within without consideration or concern it may never come back in equal measures. This isn’t working out for me so well. I’ve called Antonio Banderas and Liam Neeson and left at least a dozen messages, but have yet hear back. I got love boys, come on by.
I won’t count the number of pounds I gain and lose over the year, instead I will keep a tally of the number of words I write then rewrite. I can’t count the pounds I gained because there are none to count, on the flip side, I can’t count the ones I’ve lost, either. Score: Nil:Nil. Word count: WIP 42K, and all the other stuff, thousands to the power of ten.
There will be at least one adventure a month and a breathless moment of bravado each week as I confront an unknown fear with reckless abandonment. I tend to live on the edge, the sharpest point, which means I combined several breathless moments into a few weeks. If you average them out, I’m set until February, 2013.
I will keep a daily journal of random thoughts, wild notions, opening lines, unlikely endings, secret wishes, and dear diary ramblings. Dear Diary, I’m sorry to have neglected you for so long. It’s me and not you. I need my space. I am committed to expressing myself in a new WIP. You understand, right? There were never any expectations, remember we agreed?
I will walk with my eyes upward, my stride even, my mind clear of lists and to-dos. I will smile, wink, and even flutter the lashes, for no reason other than to exchange smiles. This was a ringer resolution. Every list has to have at least one big easy to-do, one given no brainer, one I will NOT fail thing. This was mine. Flirting is akin to breathing and writing. I engage without thought.
I will make peace with a memory and bury the heartache that sometimes rears its ugly face at 3:00 AM. I have seven more months. I won’t fail, I won’t, I won’t.
I won’t hesitate at hello and reconsider goodbye. I hate good-byes, don’t you?
I promise to begin more then end, and to continue moving through life with hope of discovery regardless of the outcome even if the end is a foregone conclusion. I have no scientific evidence to back me on this, but I kind of think this is called living.
I will whisper to the wind and wait to hear her response even it takes the length of a moment. I bought a hearing aid. Still waiting.
I promise not to admonish myself for not reaching the bottom of a list or reading a book from page one to The End. This is a separate blog topic.
I will not to guilt myself to undertaking a task just because it’s popular or deemed necessary. Easy peazie.
I will reward myself for investing in passions that slide like silk over my naked soul. God, how I wish it wasn’t so easy to reward myself. It”s like eating chocolate.. It’s in my mouth melting on my tongue before I even realize I peeled back the paper.
The writer in me will believe the words I write without doubt. Doubt last seen hitchhiking on Interstate 40.
The woman in me will embrace the words I write—even the ones written with stark honesty—with humility and courage. Well, DUH!
The past I’ve sometimes regretted will unfold before me with new meaning. I was on glass of wine number two but the time I go this far in my list of resolution. New meaning… ?
I will cherish the failures equally, but only after a glass of wine, a sad song, or three, a sniffle or pool of tears, and rise like a Phoenix the morning after with renewed commitment. Hmmm, this was written before I started shopping my novel, will revisit at end of year.
I may doubt magic, but I won’t forsake hope. Agreed.
I promise to remain true to myself, and the words that come from the right side of my heart, even if it sometimes stretches me beyond my comfort zone. Always.
I will continue to believe in the mystery of life. I will continue to believe in Some Enchanted Evening connections. It’s how I am wired. No way I couldn’t meet this one.
Above all, I will remain true to myself, regardless of the cost. I had to take out a loan to fund this resolution.
How are you doing with your alternative list of … dare I say the word, resolutions?