I wrote this New Year’s Resolution when I was eight. More were to follow, some written in diaries with lockets, many on lined paper sheets torn from notebooks, others on the back of bar napkins. All were misplaced, lost or discarded in frustration before the summer solstice.
This one has survived due to the same parental whimsy that coveted my bad artwork, poison pen apology letters and hand-made birthday cards.
Wishing all a fantastic 2017, and if you hit some rough patches, try to keep a little “Revauleshion” in your heart….and remember to “let pople slepe on Sunday!”