I admit it. I’ve been trying to write blogs lately, but:
- There was Christmas.
- My son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren drove 12 hours to visit.
- My daughter, who has started reading my blog, says all my blogs are the same.
- I keep coming up with ideas that are incomplete—which got me thinking.
Some of the Beatles songs, including much of Abbey Road were actually the parts of songs that had never fully developed. Therefore I tried to piece together ideas:
My New Year’s resolutions. After “I will never be a staffer for Donald Trump,” I got stuck.
I tried to write about the era of Downton Abbey and how people were once born into wealth and/or married into it, and how that is rare today.
Then I thought of:
- The Bushes
- The Clintons
- Miley Cyrus
- Jaden Smith
- Colin Hanks
- Drew Barrymore
- Prince Charles
Which brought me back to square one, so, attempting to steal from the Beatles, using the tune from “She Came in through the Bathroom Window”:
My son and daughter trashed the bathroom,
I think they lost my silver spoon,
So I sat there and I pondered,
I should not get mad so soon.
My kids have always been expensive,
Cost me more than I could know,
But I wouldn’t change a minute,
So now I have these joys to show
Is it any wonder?
Let me close this year with my thanks to God for my NORMAL family (the emphasis is there to remind me that despite the condition of their bedrooms and bathroom, my kids are normal; on the other hand, given their outstanding academic, athletic, and musical accomplishments, I owe it to them to differentiate between normal and average).
For you, may 2015 be the year that was just before when everything became wonderful.
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Tagged 2015, 2016, New Year, writer's block
Personally I don’t subscribe to the idea of New Year’s Resolutions.
Every day is an opportunity to do at least one thing better, and we should seize every one of those opportunities as it comes along. Most areas of improvement are like fruit; they ripen at a certain point, and if you wait until the first of January they get squishy and smell bad. You need to grab them at their prime.
Big decisions, in my humble opinion, cannot be accomplished between 31 December and the next morning. Major changes like quitting smoking take time, and may require assistance from medications, nicotine patches or whatever. Most people stumble—the question is, “Do I pick myself up and try again from where I fell, or do I chalk it up to another resolution I couldn’t keep?” Picking one’s self up is hard, but the results—well they speak for themselves.
The closest thing to a New Year’s Resolution I’m going to make is to pick something each day and then try to be a little better husband, father, daddy, lover, friend, worker, or whatever. Not all at once—just one little tiny improvement per day.
When the day comes that I can shave without turning on the bathroom light because of the halo glowing around my head, I’ll stop.
In the meantime, my wish for you is that 2015 (or however you number your years) be blessed; that it brings you closer to God; that it helps you count your blessings, starting with those around you—family, neighbors, friends, and even the people in your neighborhood that you know by sight but have never met; and most importantly, that it helps you overlook the foibles of others that drive you crazy while being of no importance whatsoever. After you remind yourself how blessed you are, share your blessings with others.
And you can start, or restart on any (or every) day from today on.
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Tagged 2015, New Year, promises, resolution