This is the third post I have started writing today, I will finish this one. Perhaps only because it will be the single ‘academic’ thing I can claim to have accomplished today. Which somehow seems like a necessary endeavor considering that tomorrow is the start of a whirlwind, breakneck, vortex of learning. Also, quite honestly, considering the amount of potential traffic in the realm of blogging and the absurdly long absence from blogging I have taken of late.
First I was going to write about Resolutions, what with it being New Year’s Day and all. (Which apparently also means that Chipotle is closed? What is with that?). But being, as I am and probably a bit to my detriment at times, hesitant to participate in trends or fads I was mostly just going to talk about why I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. It’s not because there is anything wrong with them, I actually appreciate the sentiment, the refocusing, the goal setting and personally think that society could use more meditative time considering good and right actions. I don’t like New Year’s Resolutions because of the seemingly inevitable fall out that happens about a month later. Solution? Maybe we should make resolutions more often. Like at the beginning of every month and then we might have more success. Or maybe that’s just what would help my shorter-than-a-year attention span for such quests. In either case, it would make for an interesting project (I can see it now, The Record of Reform or Resolve: The Twelvemonth Process of Becoming a Better Person).
Rejecting this line of expository hazing on something that I actually agree with as the subject for my post, I resolved to write a poem instead. I came up with the title and even did a bit of research. Somewhere inside of me there is An Ode to Wednesday waiting to be written. I thought that a poem, not about the triumphant entry into a New Year but merely about the glory of the weekday would be just the thing to post. It might have reminded people that every day ought to be valued and that in some sense, every day is the start of a new year. Perhaps it would have been nice, or will be, someday. I was going to incorporate imagery or themes from medieval associations with the planet Mercury and the strength and will of the Norse god Odin. It was my intention to bring forth the Mercurial hums from the symphony of spheres in the form of a delightful ode, but the muse must have gotten distracted on the way because the preceding inkling is the only ink I could muster.
Finally, having nearly abandoned hope of writing anything today (Let alone the essay that is due tomorrow), I sat down and wrote this. Admittedly it was a bit challenging to accept the first person narrative. I don’t like using the word ‘I’ in this kind of a context, it feels a bit selfish to just talk about myself, but I suppose that part of communicating is sharing what I am thinking. As much as it pains me to publish a few paragraphs of what I feel isn’t my best work, certainly this is better for the audience than no content at all and perhaps it is better for myself as well. I can learn to accept my limits and have a foothold to push forward from as I continue to learn the craft of a writer.
What are your thoughts on New Year’s Resolutions? Did you make any? Have you read any particularly tantalizing bits of poetry lately? Did the muse sing to you? Would you care to share a poem with me?
Until next time, dear Reader.
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