I could be upset, but I'm not.
I could be angry, but I'm not.
I could be surprised or dismayed. I am definitely not.
I am quite accustomed to my habits and the way I work. It's always dysfunctional.
My work suffers because I am busy living life.
And life is large.
I can make all the New Year's Resolutions I want, but that won't change a thing.
There are still hungry mouths to feed, homework to help with, and laundry piling up like a Parisian Barricade in the hall.
They come and they go, don't they?
But the sun still rises in the morning, and I'll be at the stove from 6 am to 6 pm.
I'll probably be burning the chow, because I'll be thinking about writing.
But we're all used to that.
Maybe I should have resolved to be a better cook.
I could write about that.