Many years past (thank Heaven), my friend Lee, in light of the many mornings he spent waiting for a cab with me after long nights of merriment only the young can appreciate, has been known to utter a begrudging, "Yeah, Trina is all about some cabs." Excusing the less-than-eloquent Southern vernacular, you at least have to give me credit for my hesitancy to put my life and the lives of others at stake due to my reluctance to part with a few dollars for safe passage home.
This is much less a pre-holiday pep-talk for the new year as is it a personal affirmation of (eeeK! where did that psychoanalysis jargon spring forth from?) that I am aware (and isn't that the very first step in recovery?) of many personal habits that are definitely keeping me from realizing my dreams and most importantly, I think keeping me from being able to fulfill my God-given destiny to touch people with the written word, for His glory and benefit. In other words, this is sort of a pre-holiday resolutions list; yet, the gist is far more important as, it is the result of deep, inner searching for more important changes such as weight, smoking and wearing make-up every day, pertinent though they may be. Other things I am "all about" are new beginnings. I am the queen of fresh starts. I have made so many fresh starts the idea is actually starting to show hints of over-ripeness. However, it is in my nature to start a huge project with all the zeal of a young religious novitiate, only to walk away disllusioned when things don't go my way. Ok, at least give me a little more credit for being aware of this particular foible of mine, even if I am not necessarily ready to change my calcitrant ways as of yet.
One of the many things I appreciate about "fresh starts" is that we have an endless supply of them. Our lives are great big bags of blank canvases of all shapes, sizes and textures just waiting in delicious anticipation for some new new adventure to begin to come alive, and lived. A person could decided to change their lives completely in the next ten minutes. And then do it again ten minutes later. That's one of the great things about being analytical, creative creatures called humans. Throughout history, notable and forgotten individuals have decided they were not happy with the status quo in their lives, and to change it. Some of these most notorious choices have changed the course of history, some of them no one will ever remember, such as the millions of fresh starts that found their precipice on the shores of Ellis Island.
One of my more concrete, life-affecting bad habits is to make fresh starts, and often come in "like a ball of fire" as my (bar-none) most detested boss out in the "real" world attested to. I plunge into projects head-long, with all the fervor of a born-again thrice-convicted murderer. Often, though, my attention and exultation with my new project wanes, and alas, I depart from the formerly drastically important project, and move on to another, shiny as a bright new penny beckoning my attention.
