Witches Gotta Fly —

Each morning I re-invent myself. Looking in the mirror, I resolve to be a better person, kinder, more sympathetic, much more understanding. The face in the mirror smiles at me as I list the “to do things” to make this happen.

I’ll be patient – think before I speak, maybe hold back a few seconds before that caustic remark erupts from my mouth. I’ll understand the needs of others, even those self-centered egotistical braggarts who annoy me. I’ll wear a scarf more often. I’ll be less judgmental and more forgiving, seeking the good in each person that falls short and doesn’t measure up to my reasonable expectations of what is right and true. A little more makeup would help me be a gentle person. I’ll be nobler. And then that mocking smiling face in the mirror begins shouting; “You’ll fail, you always do!”

And fail I do, usually with the first person I encounter. Did it have to be the person I have all those “issues’ with? The one that brings out the wicked witch of the west in me. I might as well have flushed the good intentions, the re-invention, down the toilet.

Ah, but there it is again – the one consistent thing in our lives – a new morning and the resolutions come back renewed – a complete do-over with each sunrise. After all in the words of Scarlett: “Tomorrow is another day.” Maybe I’ll plant more cotton instead of trying to be someone I’m not. But I do know witches gotta fly, it’s their nature.