June is the beginning of my year.
New York manifests itself as a Technicolor utopia of sunbathing book readers, of shirtless banjo boys, of the girls with ribboned straw hats. We’re children again. Life is patiently weaving daisy chains and licking coconut yogurt cones for a heated moment. Everyone is so nice, we’ll say.
With a new year, it is of widespread tradition to consider resolutions. These aren’t of the I must lose 15 pounds or I will increase my productivity variety. The weather inevitably turns food into liquid libations and upstate campfires become far more interesting than the flicker of a computer screen.
These June resolutions can be more immediate, more simple, more sugar with their intent. I submit you mine. Consider it a rough draft.
1. Mix business with pleasure.
2. Forget pants so my legs can breathe.
3. Continue the nonfiction phase of my life. [Currently, I am reading "Made From Scratch" by Jenna Woginrich.]
4. Learn how to ride my unicycle until I lose interest.
5. Write stories when I’m inspired. Live stories when I’m not.
6. Call on friends more often. Celebrate them.
7. Take every opportunity to travel.
Oh, that’s so nice. Wasn’t that nice?
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Ooh, I will be posting some of my own, soon. And about that nonfiction reading …
That is nice..but be careful of #2 darling..we’ve been down that road before…
Number Two of course meaning “trousers” for you Brits.