New Years Eve
A Wednesday
I was taught to move fast so I start my new years resolutions a day early a sprint in the promising air of Wednesday morning a lined notebook steaming tea eggs 2 hours of Twitter don't worry: time well spent I now know how much crypto to buy (none) who Mamdani chose to run schools (I forgot) how to use AI to analyze your genome (don't) I finally come to a day laid (a little less) bare but vast, scary -- the year ahead yes the whole thing depends on what I choose now an annual review it must be! an accounting of my performance on life metrics like workouts and income and mindful minutes and will life's executive board approve my plan for the next fiscal year? or what if instead I danced to Fred Again in my living room? or wrote a poem? or took a lazy nap with my wife? and called my mom and wished her a lot of health? what if I celebrated not the New Years of today, but its Wednesday-ness it's plain unspecialness it's unpretentiousness What would that mean for my year to come?