I don't believe in setting the usual
New Year's Resolutions.
The kind like I'm going to lose 42 pounds
or exercise 93 minutes per day.
They're bound to fail and then you feel guilty
for letting yourself down.
I much prefer reminders --
I call them "Notes to Myself" --
that highlight truths about living,
ways to be in the world,
or sometimes, even, just plain silliness.
This one is a serious one.
Sometimes we work ourselves into a thought-loop frenzy,
obsessing on some aspect of our current life
that's so traumatic or bothersome
that it seems like it's a permanent status.
Nothing is permanent.
Everything changes, mutates, morphs.
Alas, even happiness.
The only thing constant is change.