Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud
I write stuff down. writer • humorist • activist
What a summer. To be completely honest, the entire year has been a bit of a shit show: when a dead dog and dead aunt are the absolute highlights – and they were, make no mistake about it, both revealing the most beautiful and wondrous things about us humans just when we need it so – it’s not a bad idea to look forward to a change of seasons. Last
New Year, new list. Or maybe it’s just a matter of moving old items to a new list, therefore making it a new list of old items. Like carrying over vacation days from last year to this. Use them or lose them. Anyway, I’ve touted writing goals down to accomplish them, so in an effort to stay true to that resolution, here’s a new list, and we’ll see how it
Starting off the New Year with a long list of goals is a recipe for failure. Dry January? Who does such a thing? If one more person says, “I’m on a cleanse” I’m gonna cleanse all over their shoes. Just don’t. At least not in January. Why start life changing habits on one of the longest, coldest, darkest months of the year? 31 days of the gym? No thank you.
Discovered my list of goals for 2017 and well, um, yeah. That. A year ago I got on my high horse and touted the benefits of writing things down to make them happen and had every intention of following through, and was even off to a good start with a CT Press Club Best Personal Blog in Connecticut prize and as a BlogHer Voice of the Year honoree. Plus, I basically flashed my boobs
When reaching for New Year’s resolutions, or what I call broken promises, I’m old enough to know these 10 pounds are not only not coming off – not ever – but instead have taken on a life of their own, expanding to 15, 20 with no end in sight. Onward and outward so sayeth my ass! But last year’s goals, ass not included, were not in vain. Write, submit, get paid, speak.
Ever wonder why baby new year ages so quickly? Cute little naked dude January 1 with a sash and top hat, then 12 months later – whammo – he’s a straggly AARP geezer with a beard dragging the floor, hunchback, and weather-beaten, tired face with desperate eyes pleading to Ryan Seacrest to put him out of his misery? I blame those impossible New Year’s Resolutions. They’re pathetic and set you up to fail.
An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...
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xo Kate