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My contest entry and a way to explore my resolutions, goals and the possibilities of 2020.
Dear Me:

Or should I say Me(sa)? Seriously should I? It was the cutest nickname when you thought it was how a dog would say 'Melissa'.
My nickname in the third pooch-son.
Then someone mentioned Jar Jar Binks and Space Wars. It doesn't take a rocket doctor to figure out that's where the dense mass who first used it got it from. He definitely didn't dream it up on his own.

This year, choose your own reality with more confidence. Resolve to evolve the way you think.
Yes, you could live in a reality where your adorable nickname comes from an annoying movie character and someone devoid of character in real life. Alternatively, you can continue to be happy, grateful and proud you left the cold, dark, emptiness of that dude and keep that movie off your radar.

If resolutions are goals, this year, one of your goals can be, to be, unnerved by the truth. Reacting is a big part of success or failure;
Charles Swindoll, "....10% of life is what happens to you, 90% is how you react to it."

I think you (and I) take most things in stride pretty well. BUT, I'll be the first to admit, we can go nuclear on people. They think we're joking when we say "I can cure cancer, but I can also cause it". It's all fun and games till blast off. Then you look and feel like a jerk (usually, to some jerks, so it's not the end of the world).
Don't let anyone or anything into your reactor core. This year, when that inevitably happens really look at the 'why' you react to things? Especially that make you feel; nauseous, peeved, tested, repulsed, excited...

Because you really ‘can't control other people, you can only control yourself’ and your flight path.

On the other end of the Universe, get excited. I know you're easily amused and delighted by simple things that happen when no one's looking, and it's effortless. But toward the end of 2019, I sensed a malaise creeping in. A complacency like a sunbeam on a Sunday afternoon in a cemetery.
Comedians may be right about life being meaningless but it's also going to seem a lot longer if you give up on working toward something.

This brings us to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I know you love food. Because you're always saying "food is my husband". I don't know if we mean you'd eat your husband (as opposed to starving to death? YES) or we're saying, 'I'll just be in a relationship with an inanimate object'. I do know you're picky but practical about what you put in (y)our mouth.

The beginning of 2020 has been spoils and deep gentri-fried food. A realistic goal would be more time and money (with a side of energy) spent on eating habits. We're light-years away from being unhealthy, so it's something already in your orbit. Not a bad mission as you age, and also find yourself having 'a beer with dinner' after work more often.

That brings us to 42. The answer to everything and the age you'll be in 2020. Will you know the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything? Will you decide Earth is Mostly Harmless? Will you become Mostly Harmless or say So Long and Thanks for All the Fish? (Sashimi. Yum!)

The question isn't "What's the question?" The question is what do you want?

A dog? Adopt a pooch from nearby, eventually, an ad will come up with a suitable canine companion for your current living situation. A fabulous living situation for having a dog! One you can congratulate yourself on being in the 2nd time around the sun. People claimed you 'couldn't commit' or were "addicted to change"! Ha. Going with the flow doesn't mean you can't have consistency, it means you don't settle and won't plan.
And wow, did last year's plans blow up spectacularly on entry. That's something that doesn't need to be brought into the current time and space. But if that happens, let it be a gentle reminder that the best-laid plans of mice often go haywire.

What else do you want? A Dyson? Buy yourself one. They go on sale, people sell ones that work perfectly fine (they just need the money more than the capacity to clean). I love that you tell lame guys that hit on you to buy you one! If they weren't scammers, losers, scummy or boring that might actually work?!

Whatever you do, don't settle for anyone but the best. You don't have to be a fool rider or take sh*t from voluntary hobos (welcome to British Columbia) because they 'loooove' you but you want something else out of a partner.

Your last goal can be to 'be less mean', but it doesn't mean get taken for granted. Being tough keeps you from getting sucked into black holes or Lost in Space. But the other side of the moon is not letting a hard surface form on your heart or living in a jaded atmosphere because of it.

Like Grandpa says: "I love you!" "You're special!" "You can do anything!" and ("...just promise me, you won't grow up to be a stupid b*tch").

As another great man said:

“Sherlock Holmes observed that once you have eliminated the impossible then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.”

― Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

This year, like every year, anything is possible, with the right perspective and attitude. The underdog doesn't have to die in space.

(*Heart* Laika!)

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