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...”