Happiness. It's relative.
My word for 2022 is cake
I considered pie but it was too pedestrian
Cake has layers and hidden fillings and majesty
Pie, well, pie is a cookie with fruit
My words for the year used to be verbs
Like succeed or accelerate, words about striving
Now, I strive to have cake
To have
and to eat, if it seems like the kind of day to do both
To have a surfeit of cake
To never want for cake
To have cake in my pockets and in the glove box of my car
I shall not want for cake this coming year
For there is all the cake stored up from the past
That I didn’t eat because I didn’t have the proper fork
All that has changed, I have forks laying all about
Waiting for cake, ready for cake
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Excellent word: life is for celebrating and all that. Sadly, my equivalent – chocolate éclair – doesn’t quite work.
And, in fact, I love the idea of a word, but being chronically indecisive I’ve never yet managed to find The One.
(Welcome to ADHD perfectionism.)
I think chocolate eclair always works. Or maybe just eclair. We will know what you mean.
I join you in a slice. Coconut frosting on white cake for me.
That sounds sublime. Now I need to go find a recipe.
I am waiting!
Ha. Fun, fun. I have a poem about cake that you might appreciate, but instead of taking the time finding it, I’m going to have some of the mini-mini-cake I bought at the grocery store today. Your fault. Happy New Year.
Happy New Year!
And to you! We just joined the RV world by buying a Bambi. Advice?
Yes!
Cake, so yummy.