2026 New Year's Resolution
To make time truly my own. To have a New Year’s Resolution’s list nearing March. To wake up at 2 A.M. and drink coffee, and sleep after. To have breakfast at 4 P.M. And feel all the merrier for it. And study, and read, all day long, and never hear the minute-hand tick.
To be a Sage with money. To save a little something, big or small, everyday, even if it was to my temporary detriment. To be a money-saving addict. To pay all debts, and stop making debts forever.
To Run. Even in this wretched town not designed for outdoor exercise. To go to the gym, and a lot, and no longer admire other bodies but have others admire mine. To eat little but munch only the freshest fruit and pick from the marketplace only the freshest fish caught that morning. To be lean and sculpted and just be a little vain about it.
To be just a tad Machiavellian. Because last year was a test of familial relations. And my sister and her husband were particular parasitic shits. And I acknowledge that because of my stupidity I allowed myself to be manipulated to exhaustion. But no more. I must study Machiavelli, because isn’t it through his ways the this wicked word runs?
To be the best law student I can be. No longer curse the busy lawyer-professors who left us most of last semester. I’ll build my legal foundational knowledge on my own. Competition with others shall be secondary. Only be the best, until such time as they, not I, begin to se me as someone to beat.
Write a lot, and well. Whether here, or privately. Because I have neglected this part of my self for so long now. Part of me will wither and die if I go on ignoring my writing.
To be so kind, patient, compassionate, forgiving, and generous to my boys. My beloved store boys, innocent to the ways of the world, becoming dumber and ever more forgetful every day because of their up-to-6-hours of doomscrolling, who were the receiving end of my anger whenever my family fought with me. But who never compromised their love and loyalty for me. Never again.