I could try, I guess, to be a better person in 2016: nicer, leaner, soberer, cleaner. I could work harder at working harder.
I am pretty much always right, already, but I could insist on it less often and less loudly.
I could trim 10 strokes off my handicap, lose 30 pounds, double my income, win friends and influence people … in just 15 minutes a day!
I could make better use of available tools, in new ways, with better results. For instance: That bag of golf tees I didn’t need that wound up in my Christmas stocking.
I could shut up more and step in it less. Just by the way, those brown lumps in your backyard, dusted yesterday in white, aren’t frozen all the way through, as much as they look it, which I know for the obvious reason.
Golf tees, I can tell you, are good for cleaning in the grooves of the soles of your shoes. The longer and sturdier the tee the better, for obvious reasons.
I could try, I guess, to be a better person this year. I could be a better friend, spouse and parental figure, because the people who love me anyway deserve it, more than they know, more than they think I know.
I can try.
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