The tradition of the New Year’s Resolution goes all the way back to 153 B.C. when Janus, a mythical king of early Rome, was placed at the head of the 365-day solar calendar. With his two faces –one on the front of his head and one on the back, he could look back at the past and forward into the future at the same time. He became the symbol for forgiveness of past wrongs as well as a call for tomorrow’s better behavior.
As for me, I start with the same ole’ resolutions every year. Eat less, pray more. Trust God even when it’s hard, smile even when my face hurts, grit my teeth when I want to scream. Write ten thousand words a day…dust off the exerbike, and this year, a new one for 2012: Don’t let my recently broken big toe impede my christening of my Christmas gift Wii Zumba.
(When all’s said and done, though, by Chocolate Bunny Time, I’ve usually failed miserably at each and every one.)
But that didn’t stop me from being inspired. I scoped around for a few revolves from famous folks I admire:
Ben Franklin: Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.
Mark Twain: New Year’s Day–now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.
Abraham Lincoln: Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other one thing.
Then I thought, what might our beloved cowboy resolve? Not to squat with his spurs on? Not to spit into the wind? Always treat ladies and horses as right as he can?
In my search, I came across the Cowboy Poetry at the Bar-D Ranch site and received permission from Mr. Don Gregory to use the adorable poem below. I suppose adorable isn’t quite the adjective for a cowpoke, but it truly works. (The pic isn’t Mr. Gregory. I just liked it and thought it fit the occasion.)
Enjoy it as this New Year scrambles off to a good start, and don’t forget to leave your own resolutions in the comment page!
Here I sits, in the bunkhouse,
Outside, the snow is stirrup deep.
Thinkin’ on the comin’ year,
And resolutions, I might can keep.
Well, the way my britches fit,
I might lose twenty pounds.
I tried that one year, and gained ’bout ten,
How’d THAT git turned around.
Mayhaps I’ll try an easier life,
Than pushin’ contrary hides.
Move to town, and git a job,
Like saddlin’ liv’ry snides.
I recall the year I tried that,
Got me a job, at the dry goods store.
I drug that job, and come back here,
‘Bout January twenty-four.
I gave up drinkin’, in ’82,
Said there’d be no more headaches.
That lasted till St. Paddy’s day,
Guess we all make those mistakes.
Gave up cussin’, one New Years,
Didn’t last, it’s safe to say.
Smacked my thumb, with fencin pliers,
The air turned blue, that day.
Of all the resolutions,
I’ve made in years gone by.
I can’t think of one I’ve kept
On this you can rely.
So this year I got a good one,
Yup, this grizzled old galoot.
Is gonna resolve hisself,
Not to be so resolute.
© 2001, Don Gregory
(Two of my 2011 releases are nominees for the CAPA Award at the Romance Studio, so I’m starting off 2012 feeling fine.)