Thirty One Things
I am more successful than I deserve to be, but not half as successful as I desire.
I am my growing collection of half-read books.
I am my ability to spot a liar.
I am the knowledge of when to leave a party.
I am more Sal than Dean Moriarty.
I am the t-shirts from my teenage years still sitting on my shelf.
I am trying to sleep more to maintain my health.
I am this newly found need to connect.
I am the aches and pains that I collect.
I am losing the fight against encroaching pessimism.
I am older, wiser, smarter, stronger.
I am not able to maintain this rhyming scheme for that much longer.
I am worried that everything of note has already been made.
I am my fear of just doing okay.
I am seeking more comfortable trousers.
I am the devil’s advocate.
I am slowly figuring this whole thing out.
I am not able to park a car like my Dad.
I am not currently in ownership of a car.
I am my acute sense for potential dangers.
I am proud of my contradictory nature.
I am my best stories told over dinner.
I am quite happy to let you be the winner.
I am hoping science elongates the life-span of dogs.
I am my thousands of projects, never to be finished.
I am my disdain for doing the dishes.
I am my ever expanding list of rejections.
I am more at peace with being rejected.
I am my wish to go to Japan, alone.
I am starting to appreciate the wonder of trees.
I am barely getting started…
M.G