Lose weight. Eat healthy.
Manage my money
take a trip somewhere exotic
Go to the gym
Sleep more or less
Drink less–
Or drink more fine wine,
Craft beer but not whiskey shots
At the bar on a Wednesday
Because getting hammered on a
Wednesday makes me
Some kind of loser.
You can use that tone with me.
Yeah, take your new year resolutions
And follow them, if that’s
What makes you happy.
For me, I say
Fuck all of that shit.
My resolutions? I don’t
Make them for the year.
I make them for each day
I manage to get through without
Using the kitchen knife to cut my skin
Instead of vegetables.
Each day I resolve to get
Out of bed one more time. And go
To work again and teach again
And eat again
And swim another lap
Run another couple steps
Do another sun salutation in
My morning yoga practice
If I manage to do my morning yoga practice.
Namaste- a word I should say daily
But sometimes the light in me is dim and I can’t see it well enough to offer it unto you.
So each day I don’t do yoga or run
Or swim or skip the bread
Or wrestle my insomnia into
Submission could be just one more
Failed resolution.
Or it could just be evidence
That my resolve to stay
Hasn’t yet run out.