It’s interesting how army women are called WACS, short for Women’s Army Core. Wonder whose testosterone was overflowing when that was coined?
But moving on.
It’s not uncommon to want a fresh start to a new year, so I’ve made a list, of all the areas I wish to improve.
Who knew, there’d be so many.
1 I want to stop worrying what others think of me without pretending, it doesn’t matter. Those so called friends who can’t be bothered, now that I can’t hear as well. Want to have little cards made up at Tiffany that say…FUCK YOU in a nice, bold script, as a response to their smugness.
2 To have more grace towards my writing…to embrace what a gift it is rather than, oh no…I haven’t been published lately. Well, given my poor self-promotion skills, I may never be published again, but that doesn’t make me any less of the scribe I am, who lives to write.
3 Keeping my drinking in check. Have you ever heard it said…when you shake the family tree, all the alcoholics fall out? My family tree, is the size of a Sequoia, shading addiction that lies dormant. One needs to watch her liquid leanings that could easily send her to Betty Ford.
4 Weaning myself off of steroids taken for my hearing loss, along with the fear, without them, it will get worse. I pray it doesn’t, and since the side effects are dire, it’s a no-brainer to take the chance.
5 My obvious aging…my once pretty face that’s no more…to accept it, wearing my wrinkles proudly with earned dignity, rather than shame. A tough one, for an old model like me.
6 Aloneness, I feel is permanent, but remembering all the romance I’ve been blessed with…memories no one, including old age herself, can steal.
7 My hearing loss that alas, changed my life…to not lick my wounds, nor fight something I cannot change, summoning grace when I need her, who’ll remind me that, it could all be so much worse, like the month when I couldn’t walk.
8 Accepting people as they come…detaching when need be, embracing love however it appears, despite fear of closeness and lack of trust, something any child of alcoholicism ails from.
9 To up my compassion towards all living things, Franciscan style, putting it into 4th gear, revving the engine, taking it up as high as it will go…to quote Gandhi…to be the change I want to see.
10. To stop scratching like a Beagle in detox. Humidifiers, more cream in the new year…Crisco? I’m already basted like a Cornish hen, but girls shouldn’t scratch who hail from Connecticut, now should they.
Wow, I’ll really need to focus, if I’m to succeed in my New Year’s Revolution.
I’ll don a beret like Che…give the power salute like Bobby, and then grab my balls and go, like JFK, and then we’ll see.
If I master 2 out of 9, how humble I will be.
Happy New Year everyone.