Kickin' the New Year in the Ass

I make resolutions for myself all the time--sometimes daily, so to make one or more specifically for the New Year rarely occurs to me. If I could ask the Big Maker to make one on my behalf, it would be to rid me of the inevitable blues that strike sometime between the dropping of the shiny ball in NY and the deconstruction of the Christmas tree.

This year I can't even blame my blues on anything specific in my life. My life is really good, with some exciting and major changes in it, good friends, security, and, most importantly, a deep and lasting love the likes of which I only dreamed of having as a child. Oh, and the skies are even sunny and blue! So my only answer is that it's just old detritus from the early years that kicks on like some forgotten timer that I don't know how to turn off. In fact, just yesterday I had a fantastic day and was in a superior mood. So clearly, overnight, that little timer turned on and the damper went down without any warning (maybe that's why I dreamt I was trapped in the house of the worst years of my childhood).

So I've got to find the flippin' override switch. That's my resolution. To kick the blues in the ass.

I think perhaps the best method for this is to write more fiction. So friends, it's time. I've procrastinated long enough. There are fantastical worlds to be made up from the crazy ether of my mind. I mean it. They may be unfit for public consumption, but they'll probably keep me sane.

JPR