I had just gotten back from a party. Quite a fun one at that, with warm friends, delicious chips and true cake, even balconies.
But still, something wasn’t right. The New Year had come, but contrary to my hopes, I still lacked certainty, focus, clarity.
Luckily, however, I was prepared. I know not everything can be bought, but in the supermarket the day before, I had come across an intriguing item.
Applied to the head, I reasoned, this was bound to help… and at least unlikely to dull anything.
I lathered, rinsed, even repeated. But seemingly to no avail.
Then it hit me. Maybe I had to sleep on it!
Alas, nothing was clarified, though I concede some additional fogginess might have resulted from the non-soapy ingestions the night before.
But of course… how could I forget?! Clarifying my life and goals wouldn’t happen overnight. From countless sources, I had learned that this sort of thing takes thyme!
Alas, I couldn’t find thyme. It seemed I had so little thyme in my life, and certainly never enough thyme to share.
So for this year, I resolve to try a clean, new recipe for life. I’ve come to grips that clarity doesn’t come in a bottle, and thyme must be cultivated, not just found.
My resolution, however, will remain at 1920×1200.