Dear Reader: I put the trash on the curb this morning and therefore I know I missed the first Confession Tuesday of the New Year. As a result, here I stand humbled by my lapse but ready to make amends.
I confess that I usually write the old year on things for weeks into the New Year but have not done so once yet. Do you think this is a sign I was so ready to be done with 2011? I may be off on my days (Monday seemed like Sunday since we had it off therefor today should be Tuesday but Thank God It’s Not!) but I do know this is a whole different year!
I confess that I have my sights on publication in a specific Journal this year. I won’t divulge which one… Actually I have several in mind, but one in particular that I’d like to see my work in and no; its initials are not N.Y. What I have my sights set on would be a big step for me but not that big! I am realistic if nothing else.
I confess my Iowa GOP predictions were slightly off last night. I anticipated Ron Paul winning by a squeaker when in fact he was 3rd by a squeaker. I also told one of my associates I didn’t expect the GOP turnout to be any higher then 4 years ago. Again, wrong. They were slightly ahead of 4 years ago in terms of participants. Still, it was no the massive turn out that many suggested. I confess that all my direct Iowa political experience is on the Democratic side and that as far as the Republicans are concerned it has only been as a keen observer.
I’m not real big on New Year Resolutions because I kind of feel they are doomed to failure from the start. I’ve got a few goals for the year and that is how I refer to them. I confess this makes them seem manageable. I do think the New Year affords us magnificent opportunity annually. It’s like opening day in baseball. The clock is reset and everyone (theoretically) is on par. For one day everyone is tied for first place regardless of advantages, payroll or handicaps and the race begins. It even smells fresh – like the cut grass on the field. I always have felt baseball, life and poetry are interchangeable metaphors. Hey, I’m a Capricorn and a romantic. What did you expect?
