I’m listening
Tell me your secret resolutions. It’s New Year’s Day. Sometime late last night, after you were finally able to divine that old reliable voice of reason inside your head and hear it out above the clattering champagne flutes and party horns, you told yourself that you would take a bold step and turn your life around, starting today. Good for you! Now tell me all about it. You know you want to. Indeed, you have to tell someone. Someone must bear witness to the promises you made before they can be entered in the official book of New Year’s resolutions, a massive stone tablet carved and administered by a secret society of non-denominational clerics in a deep cave lighted by a mystical burning bush on a hill slope in Canaan. Who are you going to tell? Your spouse? A family member? A casual friend? Can they really be trusted with this? Do they even understand what is at stake? No, probably not. But I can and I do. Tell me your resolutions and I will evoke historical precedence, preach wisdom and adorn you with compassion so that you know I understand. I will unleash a steady stream of encouragement to carry you off the start line and extinguish the flames of self-doubt. Tell me your New Years resolutions and I will be your font of hope as you journey along the arduous path to redemption. And when you fail (come on, you and I both know that you will), I will be there for you with the strong, caring eyes of someone who knows that you gave it your all. There will be no judgments, no recriminations. I will take your hand and tell you everything will be all right, that all is as it should be. And what do I ask in return? For the compassion, the encouragement, the font of hope, the strong, caring eyes, the post-failure mop-up? All of this can be yours for just $24.95. Cash only. Meet me at the usual place. Don’t delay. There’s only so much hope in the font.
11:32:41 AM  Stories
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