This year I’ll be better.
The best version of me yet.
It will be a year to cherish,
one I won’t forget.
I’ll meditate, do mindfulness,
to keep from getting stressed.
I’ll keep a clean and tidy home,
always ready for a guest.
I’ll eat my greens and limit sweets,
pack my smoothies full of kale.
I’ll track my meals with my new app,
and see progress on the scale.
I’ll be more present when I parent,
do everything intently.
I’ll acknowledge, care, and listen
and discipline more gently.
I’ll do bootcamp classes at the gym,
before my morning run.
And I’ll make it happen everyday,
when I wake up before the sun.
I’ll work many extra hours,
to make sure I get ahead.
And yet I’ll never order takeout:
fresh, homecooked instead.
I’m giving up the alcohol,
and dairy, caffeine too.
In fact, I’ll only drink kombucha,
my special homemade brew.
Actually... on second thought,
this all seems pretty crappy.
So my New Years Resolution
is to try and be more happy.
Maybe do some stretches,
as I’m reaching for the treats.
And eff the early mornings,
I’ll stay between the sheets.
And when it comes to parenting,
I’ll try not to throw a fit.
I’ll tag my partner in the ring
when my kid’s a little shit.
We’ll eat pizza after long days,
and my house will be a mess.
I’ll try to shower every day,
and hopefully get dressed.
When it comes to counting steps,
I’ll try not to be a slacker -
even aim for double digits…
when I don’t forget my tracker.
I’ve got some big goals too,
like avoiding crime and scandal.
Some days staying out of jail,
may be all that I can handle.
So, I’d like to raise a toast,
for 2023:
To fortune, health and happiness!
And the same old, lovely me.
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