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New Year's Resolutions

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How I Will Make My New Year’s Resolutions Stick   Today is January 1, 2015. Many people, like me, woke up this morning determined to make a fresh start, as if ripping off a page from a calendar would be like ripping off a band-aid to reveal a fully healed wound. People are putting on their sneakers and squeezing into that piece of lycra-infused athletic wear, even if it feels a bit tighter than when it was purchased months ago with the purest of intentions. Sidewalks will see many more walkers and runners today than they did yesterday. Tonight, gyms will be full of bodies sweating optimism and grunting determination. Each new year brings new hope. A lot of people, like me, will have their determination on probation with the same sense of caution as a jilted lover entering a new relationship. Once bitten, twice shy. I tread carefully through those first days as I start to exercise, eat new foods and refuse to indulge in their deliciously unhealthy alternatives. I make all of these new c

Abhaile

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Abhaile Dates determined, prices quoted, Flights booked, announcements mailed, Tasks delegated, voicemails recorded, Suitcases packed, passports checked, Pockets patted, Passports double-checked, Taxis taken, terminals identified, Seats assigned, passes printed, bags checked, Barcodes zapped, ID’s verified, Shoes removed, bodies scanned, Bags x-rayed, liquids confiscated, Belts rebuckled, laces retied, Phones charged, boarding lines formed, Babies accommodated, first class prioritized, Carry-ons stowed, seats taken, Seat-belts fastened, electronics subdued, Chocks pulled, airplanes pushed, Taxiways taxied, permissions granted, engines engaged, Take-off speed reached, aircraft rotated, Altitude gained, cruising speed attained, Drinks poured, pretzels munched, Strangers assessed, polite nonsense exchanged, Magazines skimmed, headphones donned, Music selected, dinner served, Taste buds assaulted, trays cleared, Aisle seats disturbed, bathrooms visited, Socked-feet bared, eyes covered,

Philip

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I’m sure he didn’t want the part A lifetime trapped on an eternal set Whose final credits he would never see Under the brightly lit confidence of death A final scene lays in wait Keep adding acts, delay the end Tortured yearning for relief He must ignore the answer to the pain Live an earnest life’s deceit Embrace honesty, but not too much Do not ponder undeniable truth The answer in its cage must lie Their worries only make it worse His demons need no other guests Do not make your worries his His screams do not ask for company The answer quietly starts to transmit A siren only he can hear The painful questions too much to bear The quietness of the answer, glorious To question its wisdom is not to know its power An explanation found only in familiarity The answer is not the problem It is the only complete solution The answer a lifetime in the wings An eager understudy bides its time Its relentless patience loomed too long Life always delivers the break it needs