I decided 2 years ago that I was going to tattoo my wrist.
On it I'd put the date that my "new" life was to begin.
It was going to be a daily reminder.
To create art every day.
To make friends with Jesus.
To exercise and eat well.
To discover discipline.
In short, it was the date I would finally amount to something.
2 years later and nothing "new" to show for it,
It now serves as completely the opposite:
A forever beacon of shame and failure.