I Vote: Cockeyed Optimist

Okay, okay, I know it’s a brand spanking new year, and I’m supposed to make some goals.  Heaven knows I have enough areas of my life that need some tidying up, but I’m choosing instead to pass on specific goals and wrap myself in a blanket of positive “what ifs.”

·      What if I sign with a literary agent this year? (I may just sprout wings and fly.)

·      What if I finally get the boxes unpacked in the garage? (I’ve been in the house 8 years.)

·      What if a publisher slurps up one of my manuscripts? (Back handspring, even though I haven’t done one in 30+ years.  Get the hip surgeon ready.)

·      What if I unravel the mystery of the wily comma? (I will tame the shape shifter of the punctuation world.)

·      What if I actually do lose weight? (Hush falls over the crowd)

I’ll let Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II sum up my philosophy for 2011 with a few lyrics from their awesome song, “Cockeyed Optimist,” from the musical, SOUTH PACIFIC.

“I could say life is just a bowl of Jello

And appear more intelligent and smart,

But I'm stuck like a dope

With a thing called hope,

And I can't get it out of my heart!

Not this heart...”