First Cuts

I'm sitting here at my desk, eating my lunch, trying to hurry because I'm technically not really taking a lunch today.

 

Why, I'm not sure.  Because I'm pretty much the ONLY person in the office on this snowy Friday. 

 

Everyone else's presence kind of dissipated with the falling snow.

 

So, as I'm munching on my Golden Delish, I have this thought:

 

"Holy moly, it's like 2011!"

 

I'm a little slow.

 

And rather redundant.

 

Because, yes, not but one post ago, I wished you all health and happiness in the NEW YEAR.

 

I blame it on the fact that I watched Inception for the first time last night,

 

And I wasn't sure if my little metal top was still spinning,

 

Or what reality I was in

 

Or dimension,

 

for that matter.

 

It's been a long year.

 

Or has it?

 

But.

 

I digress.

 

You see, I forgot that not only is it a new year, but that we just finished the first year of a new decade!

 

Offically.

 

We're in that awkward time span of the 10's?  the teen's? 

 

Who cares, we're here.

 

I'm here.

 

And almost without thought!!

 

But luckily my Golden Delish--my totem if you will--brought me back to reality.

 

And to some thoughts.

 

I had a whole slew of them.

 

Too convoluted, perhaps, to post here.

 

It wouldn't make sense.

 

Kinda like finding a pinwheel in the deep recesses of your snowy mind.

 

Or is that snowy South Bend?

 

Anyway.

 

I feel in this deep moment of my time-layered life, I must confess something.

 

I need a catharsis, if you will:

 

My list of tens of New Year's Resolutions took a right turn on to Reality Street (the real reality) sometime around 12:04 am 1/1/11.

 

My list lost some weight (sans Weight Watchers, mind you) and got real (really real).

 

It slimmed down to a size one.

 

Yes, one.

 

There was one item on my list.

 

And I swore in all levels of my consciousness that this was achievable.

 

It was, perhaps, the SMARTest goal I've ever made.

 

And I'm here to say (now comes the confession), that my goal didn't even make it a week.

 

Not a WEEK!

 

First cuts came,

 

and

 

It was ripped off the list.

 

Disappointing.

 

Demoralizing.

 

Disheartening.

 

But I'll live.

 

I might even make more goals.

 

I may even binge. 

 

That size 10 list is looking more reasonable.

 

At least from a psychological comfort standpoint. 

 

(If I fail at one, at least I have nine more to rest my ego on, right?)

 

And now that I've reached catharsis, I must go.

 

I've munched up my totem, which is now spinning in my stomach.

 

And I've got to get back to reality.

 

Or is it?