So Much to Write?

I feel like I have made so many New Year's resolutions that require me to write.  I'm going back on weight watchers, so I'm writing down everything that I eat.  I'm trying to be more financially responsible, so I'm writing down everything I spend.  I earn my living in a way that requires me to write down earnings and schedules, so that's another book.  I spend my free time working at the job that doesn't pay me yet...i. e. composing my music

I write down my feelings and thoughts about my performing (or lack thereof) which is again, my own fault.  In this time of the year where we all are vowing to start fresh, make better choices, be better friends, spouses, partners, lovers, mothers, fathers and whatever else we can squeeze into what we wish was a 24 hour day, I feel like I need to stop writing and breathe...

I want to think about how I got here...not to be on a journey or a path, but rather to assemble a patchwork of sorts, so that when the pieces are put together - they make me who I am and who I'm not, what I'm proud of and what I wish I could hide, what I have and what I lack - but most of all - they make me happy.

Please bear with me as I unravel this quilt, already so long and yet with so many unfinished squares.

At the center are my three men, my music, and that darn f***ing elephant.