let this be the year

let this be the year of learning to actively adjust the seat instead of sitting in it in whatever position i find it in, contorting my body to face the table.

“you can move the chair you know.”
being stubborn gave me a bum hip and a stiff neck so i adjust the chair now.

let this be the year i have my best interests in mind. i’ll say no to chocolate that’s over 75% because I like sweetness in my life. i’ll give up austerity and suffering for all the wrong reasons.

let this be the year i take the last serving of mac and cheese without asking anyone.

let it be the year i stop bumping into doorways and tables and errant unexpected chair legs and apologizing to inanimate objects.

at least i’m trying.

the bathroom door has a handle like a dull blade and i still said “Sorry!” as it stabbed me.

let this be the time i stop rifling through my backpack because I’m bored or pick up my phone because it’s 5 minutes into a conversation about tech or world politics or how to clean bathtub grout.

i can learn a thing or two.

or i can leave the table and look at my phone on the toilet like a polite person.