Over the weekend I cleaned out my “in-box” and stumbled upon this poem, which someone emailed to me several years ago. Serendipitously, it is about a woman’s resolutions, so it is the perfect time of year for me to share it with you. I hope it inspires you.

You resolve to never let your fierce spirits sink below the waterline. You resolve to make more meaningful eye contact. You resolve to limit your exposure to angry scowling old white males who wield far too much power with far too little juicy moral cream filling to roughly one hour per week, max. You resolve to be still. Resolve to get more deeply in touch with your own bad self. Meditate. Write down your whacked dreams in a small leather-bound bedside journal. Resolve to love harder. Resolve to love harder even when love seems to be staring at you and snickering and scoffing at your sorry ass. Resolve to wonder, aloud, repeatedly, just why the hell you do the things you do, and if those things are really all that good for you anymore, and what you might do to heave them over the side like so much stagnant ballast.