Resolved

I’m not doing the soft version.

Not “maybe.”
Not “we’ll see.”
Not “after things calm down.”

I’m drawing a line—at 2026
    then stepping over it—

    with purpose.

First:
      I’m getting healthy.

Get healthy—
    and stay that way.

Not for vanity.

For distance.
For airplanes.

For mornings that don’t require
    bargaining with my own body.

Second:
       Ava.

Help her recover.
Then help her *launch*.

Not by pushing—
  by preparing:
      strength,
    confidence,
    skills that stick

    when I’m not in the room.

Independence isn’t a goodbye.
             It’s the *goal*.

Third:
      I’m staying open.

To new rooms,
   new faces.

New versions of myself
    that don’t ask permission to begin.

If it’s unfamiliar, I’m not backing up.

Fourth:
       My guitar.

I’m picking it back up.

Not to impress anybody.
Not to become a “guitar guy.”

Just to remember
     that my hands can make beauty

     without a keyboard.

Fifth:
      Mari.

I’m giving you all the space you need,
                the quiet you ask for,
                  the room to breathe
               without me crowding it.

But I’m also staying ready.

A clean,
  immediate,
  no-questions “Yes”

  whenever you want it.

No pressure.
No bargaining.
No “what are we.”

Just presence—
     a seat held,
     a hand offered.

And underneath all of it,
     the real resolution:

I’m going to live
    like I’m allowed to have good things.

To build them.
To keep them.

To protect them with discipline
                instead of luck.

2026 doesn’t get to be casual.

It’s gonna be strong.
It’s gonna be honest.

A year I can stand inside
          without apology.

Resolved—no footnotes.

Now watch me do it.