The inevitable resolution...

I am predisposed to reject anything that I have to do because of what the world conforms to, however in the grand scheme of things I love traditions, not the silly ones like drinking and eating too much at christmas, but the real ones, like remembering that Christmas (although a religious holiday) is really about recognising that a little support, love and light is the way to make the world a better place.

For the most part, the 1st of January of any year is lost in the tick of another box and another year started, resolutions aren't my thing, I hate the idea of being forced to want to change my life because it just so happens to be a new year, this year however, the new year, or my need to change, has arrived at the right time. I feel so ready to start this, and 2011 is the right year.

Now before we get into this, 2010 was not a bad year, not even close to one, it was mind blowing, and perfect, mainly because it was like a roller-coaster with the epic highs and dips that for each moment you really did wonder which way was up. I got married and fell in love all over again and I settled and and I changed and it was crazy, but in an utterly brilliant way.

But now, now that the hum of the party has quietened, and the wedding album is made, I feel like it's time I sorted me out, little old me, who sometimes worries that i wasn't a waste of time, or that if I hadn't been ginger would i really be any use at all.

I hate the idea that when someone asks me, which they invariably will, 'so what's your new years resolution?' I will actually have an answer, but this year I'm doing it for me, to work out who the grown up me is, so that when I shake someones hand I know who I am introducing them to.

Actually, add to that, I am doing it because I had a nightmare a few weeks ago where all my loved ones were slowly moving away from me, and their memory of me was only the me that exists now, and I realised that I've done very little to make anyone proud to know me, and so in my little way, I hope the resolutions below make you a little more proud to know me...

1. Write 5 poems a month
2. Finish A Shortcut To Heartbreak (novel)
3. Compile and distribute/sell a BWS poetry collection
4. Take the positives from a situation, don't dwell on the negatives
5. Do a Triathlon (this one is for me!!)

So join me? Not in silly resolutions, but in one (or many) that might make someone proud? (mine may not be outstanding worldly contributions, but for me to help the world I first need to sort me out)

Note Edit:

The Kezzatron has reposted... you can read her reply, and the rest of her blog here...

http://fannybelligs.tumblr.com/post/2517870392/a-response-to-the-itinerant-poet