“I bet your pre-baby body was slammin.'”
“Hi! I’m glad that you were able to tell me what the problem is. Thanks for that. I guess that I also appreciate your admiration of my president Pez dispensers. I was less of a fan of the way that you walked around them so that you could fully take them in. I didn’t mind […]
I would advise you to protect your sacred spaces. If that’s your car, then protect your car space. If that’s your morning cup of coffee, then protect that cup of coffee. If that space is your sweet, sweet sleep, I advise you against having erotic dreams about the current president. Trust me on that last point. Trust me hard.
Go ahead and pull that juicer out of the basement, or the garage, or the attic, or wherever else it may be. Juice some things. Something with chlorophyll, something that will make you feel like you did something good for your body. But add some sweetness, because, well, sometimes you have to bring your own sweetness. And why don’t you get fancy with it, too. I mean, you’re worth a splurge. Kale and pineapple and mint will make you feel a little better. It can make you feel that the sun still exists.”
“Might I suggest to you a hot shower accompanied by the sultry sounds of Anita Baker. This is best enjoyed if you close your eyes during the most stirring parts of the songs as you let that hot water run over your body. Let the sound of the water, and the sound of her voice be a barrier between you and the outside world. Sway if you need to. Savor.”
“I need you more now than I have ever needed you. Can you visit me tonight while I sleep, you know, in my dreams? You can do whatever you want. You can read legislation verbatim. Bring Jill, brush her hair. Anything. You might be the only thing that can stop me from having another dream […]
“Bold choices, sir, bold choices. Way to do you, though. Way to do you.”
“Thanks to you, I can remember the open letters that come to me when I am out in the world gawking at innocent people who are out there just trying to live.”
In the pause between processing the question and clumsily sputtering forth an answer, I realized that I have no idea what happened to 2016.
This realization is what led me to 2017’s word: savor.
I want to pay attention this year, and experience it fully. Of course, I’m thinking about enjoying the good times, but I also want to simply be more present through the difficult ones.
My son has just entered his teenage years. There’s something about that fact that has highlighted time’s passage for me. This goal, is in part to help me do what I need to do in order to be sure to enjoy the time I have with him.
Here’s to savoring 2017!