In Hopes
I don’t remember seeing the fireworks last night. I think I let things carry on too long. I can’t really pinpoint why I got mad. I wouldn’t apologize for my opinion.
An hour of ‘bitchiness’, a couple of mean words, maybe a little too much liquor, a New Year’s kiss, some unwanted attention, definitely some brushing off, and a lot of butt-hurt (figuratively speaking) equals me at various points of the night.
Some points better than others.
But, in hopes that this new year will bring good fortune, I won’t dwell on such matters. This post (and some ensuing awkward conversations) will be the only record of my actions.
I shall not dwell, regret, or ponder. Only reflect.
This time two hours of one day won’t stop me from enjoying the other eight-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight of the year.
My first New Year’s Resolution: to live that mentality.
So here I’ll raise my glass of water and say:
In hopes, for the eight-thousand-seven-hundred-fifty-and-a-half hours to come.
Happy New Years
