Poetic Reflections: the years

Being an optimist (except when my paranoid paradoxic pessimistic side kicks in), I am starting this year determined to accomplish great things. That is generally how I start any year, by hoping it will be the year. Not the year to end all years. Or even the best year ever. It’s nice to leave something to look forward to. Perhaps merely the beginning of a golden era of happiness and good fortune.

The thing is, this could be that year. It definitely could. Which sounds pretty crazy after all of the other years that I thought could be that year. But it really could, couldn’t it? I mean, who’s to say it isn’t?

If it were up to me, it would be that year because I’ve waited long enough, I truly have. No more waiting. I can decide that much at least, can’t I? Yes I can! So this is it. I’m not going to sit around waiting for that year to find me. I’m going to make this year that year no matter what! I’m determined. Did I mention that? If so, please disregard the earlier reference since I don’t like to repeat myself. It’s such a waste of time and words that could be better applied to fresh thoughts and ideas. Which is part of my plan. To write a lot. A whole lot. And then to write some more. That’s the other part of my plan. Good plan, huh?

Last year wasn’t the year. And yet it seemed I was getting closer to that year. But close doesn’t count except in Horseshoes. And I’m not playing Horseshoes. I haven’t played Horseshoes in ages. Hmmm, perhaps that’s the problem. No no, I’m sure it has nothing to do with playing Horseshoes. I must stick to the subject, even though this is going to be a terribly busy month which makes my mind start to spin, or is it my head? Hmmm, it does indeed make a difference whether it’s my head or mind. I hope it’s the mind not the head or I’d probably get dizzy and topple over and then I wouldn’t get very much done, which would cause me to get behind and that would really make my head spin!

So you can see my dilemma.

Well, it’s more of a predicament, I suppose. Even if the spinning is purely in my mind, I might still become dizzy and wind up on the floor, my equilibrium so off-balanced that I can’t do anything but lie there in a daze and attempt to get a grip! It could thus be extremely difficult to accomplish these great things I intend to achieve . . . if this is that year and not merely another year that wasn’t the year at last. Yes, it is quite a predicament. It may even be a dilemma as well. I’m sure you can appreciate my point.

Although, now that I think about it, I’m not sure myself what my point is anymore. I almost think I had one to begin with, a vague premise, but you can never be too sure about that either. I often start writing without making the slightest bit of sense, and by the end the only thing I’m sure of is that I am not sure of anything!

I can tell you one thing for sure: I need to stop using “sure”. There are far too many. Alas, my Delete key is stuck at the moment and until I get it unjammed, I am helpless to —

I know (she exclaims with a snap of her fingers), I’ll use Backspace!

Too late. I’ve moved on. I am so busy this month, I don’t have the time to go back and edit. In addition to pointless, this will just have to be riddled with redundance. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m not sure that I can.

Stop saying “sure”!

Oh, I’d better go write some poems. And try not to use that word.