I promised to love myself and myself only...

Then I promised to under promise
and
over-deliver
so
I took that promise back.

I decided I wouldn't hope for a new year to be better
because
I'd gotten further than I ever could
have dreamed
I had.

Promises are strange things anyway...
Words sent out into the universe
hoping
a star or a comet will
latch on to them
and take them somewhere.
Maybe
that's why there are so many stars in the sky.

Another year is gone
and
I'm a little teary.

I've promised things
and
been promised to
and
I can't remember even one of them.

But lately...
I've been looking at myself a little different.
Loving
who I'm becoming.
So,
I'm not promising.

I'm just....
working...
on enjoying where I go.

Tomorrow could be different.

I could take all these words back
but
it's now that matters
and
all I'm saying is...
I'm not looking back.