New Year, Same Me

Change is incremental.

And hard.

I love the idea of resolutions. I make them every year. But like most people, I find them very hard to keep up with. Which brings me exactly to where I am today. Right where I started 2 weeks ago.

But oh weren’t those 2 weeks glorious.

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Without Wax

I’m always drawn to people who are sincere. Even when I don’t like everything they say, I still find myself identifying with them because at least they are being honest with us. I don’t think I’m alone there. I think a vast majority feel the same. It’s why no one condemns Willie Nelson for being a pothead and a tax evader. (also source of the picture) He’s pretty honest about how he does both of those things.

It’s hard to be mad at anyone who is just telling us the truth about themselves. And I really struggle with this in my writing. Part of me wants to only show the side that I know is how I’m supposed to be. The part that I know is good and normal and wouldn’t be embarrassing to be broadcast all over the evening news.

It’s just that there is this other side of me which I can’t deny exists. The one that laughs at people when they fall down (you know provided they aren’t really injured like bleeding from the head), listens to horribly profane gangster rap and though I’m really trying to stop, I sometimes can’t control my own foul mouth.

I know I’m allowed to mess up now and again. I know no one holds me at fault for bad decisions I made more than a decade ago.  I neither want to celebrate all my mistakes nor ever appear as though I am “holier than thou”. I just want to be me, Warner Phelps, a good ol’ Texas boy who sincerely loves Jesus, Willie and Tupac. (and Robert Earl, and UGK and the writings of Paul)  It’s who I am, a reformed wildman trying to spread a little love in this messed up world.

I call the big one Bitey

I think it might be time to stop looking at the news altogether. I tell myself I will miss out if I do, however, the truth is becoming more and more obvious that I won’t be missing out on anything at all. I’m just so tired of the negativity. Are we really so different that we must argue about every single thing on the planet? I haven’t researched it at all but I bet somewhere on the internet is a forum where people are arguing about the correct way to hang toilet paper. It is a very worthwhile discussion that we should all be having.

So, what should a guy like me do when I base many of my decisions on however it was handled when it was an episode of The Simpsons? Do I maybe stage a little rally and make Mr. Burns include a dental plan in our company benefits? No, that doesn’t apply. Do I make up a song about monorails until I find a possum which I name Bitey?

Yeah, that’s what I do. I laugh about it. Life is too short to be mad about everything.  And there is so much outside of our control, we just can’t live in fear of every single thing we see. You know what I really think?

I think Solomon had it all nailed down many, many years ago when he said, “There is nothing new under the sun.”  The only thing I know to do is laugh about it and keep smiling. And maybe avoid the news telling me 9 things that I have to live in fear of tomorrow.