Nothing more to say...

Today, I embarked on a new chapter in my life.

I am saddened about the step; it was one of the most difficult steps I have and hope to ever take. But now that the step has been taken, I am allowing myself to rejoice in the possibilities of the future.

Traditionally, we make our resolutions list on New Year's. Today, I choose to make a resolution list on the first day of my new life.

This year I resolve to...

1. Say 'yes" to every invitation possible.

2. Volunteer at least once a month.

3. Learn how to trust yourself again.

4. Take risks.

5. Find home, not where you are, but within yourself.

6. Reach out to friends much more.

7. Be the ringleader for happiness.

8. Learn to cook at least a week's worth of meals (that aren't pizza or pasta related).

9. Take more photographs.

10. Spend less on clothes and more on my savings plan.

11. Focus on living as green and without footprint as possible.

12. Keep painting. Because I like my paintings!

13. Find a way to perform again.

14. Write and finish the story.

15. Go and listen to more live music.

16. And in the great words of Mr. Larson - "No Day But Today"

With deep and sincere respect.

Verse 1 (from a sleepy commuter - aka me - on the F train)

I wonder if he's praying
Sitting on the subway bench busily alone
He's layered and darkened
Torn and ripped.
But I think he's praying the way I should be right now.

The lights fly by of stations past and he looks up, hands folded in somber solitude.
So serene and at peace.
Why can't I be at that peace place?

I listen to Beck's lyric of the Lord not forsaking me in my Mercedes Benz and sit here with DvF luggage wondering if a graphic pattern on fabric really defines a person.
Who taught me this ethic?

I want to blame the media, the fashion mags I've taken an addiction to due to travel.
Maybe it was the bubble I blew?
Maybe it was the joy I dulled?
Maybe it was the love I thought I had, didn't, yet wanted so much.

He has an army surplus backpack.
I used to carry one of those.
Proudly, in fact.

Praying man has stopped praying and relocated to another seat.
For no reason other than he felt like it.
I want to know what stop he's leaving me on for the sake of the piece.
I may be disappointed.