Dustpan Alley (OLD)

Efflorescence For Everyone

Sixteen years old.

Five New Year's Resolutions:

1. Get a new psychiatrist to help adjust my medications appropriately.

2. Return to therapy at least for a few visits before ditching the health care I can't afford.

Also sixteen years old, but later.

3. Drink less beer. (This one depends on the adjustment of meds and the therapy.)

4. Lose 40 lbs. (This one depends on drinking less beer and eating less cheese.)

Twenty seven years old.

5. Write like a monkey on fire.

I'm going to keep it simple this year. Everything else I hope to become, that I hope to improve in my life will follow naturally if I achieve those five resolutions. We all know how hard #4 will be. Perhaps tomorrow I will write all kinds of burningly important words about what I hope this year will bring. I always write more frantically as the year closes. You have no idea what verbal effluence I've spared you this evening.

I have just found a brilliant word in the dictionary: efflorescence: the state or a period of flowering. Do you know, that is what I wish for everyone this year.

May you all effloresce!