Happy New Year. This is me as me on a new date. I forgave my father before the year ended. I told him that I was sorry for hurting and disappointing him. I forgave him for hurting and disappointing me. I’ve accepted that I may never be rich. I’m okay with the routine of middle class mediocrity as long as love is my shelter. The splendor of elegance. I’ve accepted that there’s nothing wrong with a straight man enjoying Golden Girls because it reminds him of his mother. This year, I don’t want to lose weight. This year, I want to lose the anchor that has kept me stuck in a place that I’ve dreamed of leaving for far too long. If I miss you, I’m going to beg that you return. This year, the thin sheet of pride will not comfort me more than the warm blanket of love. I’m going to take a chance even though I may be hurt. I’m going to be a better friend. If you need me, I’ll be there without my metaphorical receipt book. I’m still learning how to be a father. I want a wife. There, I said it. Where are you? It’s time, and I’m ready. Patrick
As always, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. I missed all of you. The holidays are always tough, and this year, I decided to live.