Keep it real 2018
I have $18.23 in my bank account
I have donated more clothes than I’ve kept
Closet walls with unfaded paint remind me
I can’t acquire new things until God says so.
I drank a cup of coffee with too much sweet cream
I drank too much sangria and not enough water
I ate too many chips with dip
and my big pajamas feel small because they are.
I have spent two weeks watching crime shows
and eating cookies with too much sugar
and bread with too much butter
and too much wine on one-glass days.
But I am full, joyous, loved
I have gas in my car that I washed myself
I have electricity and access to unlimited distractions
and access to limitless encouragement
I can focus on everyone else and all they have
All they don’t want or don’t believe
Or I can focus on me
I choose to be happy
I choose to accept what is and feel the joy of it
Because change can come before this poem, this day, or this year is done
I choose now
Keep it real 2018.