Predicting the Future

On the night I was brought into this world, the stars were in the sky. They had assumed the usual position for July, that being the way of things and as a result of those positions, I have read a horoscope periodically for almost all of my life. This year, I haven’t bothered but I can almost guarantee that it will be a year of great positivity and optimism with developments made in my career and probably relationship (subject to the career thing working out). There is sure to be a sickly optimistic fortune teller out there that will guarantee me that. I could be in line for a windfall. Equally, I could be in line for a death. When I used to work in a papershop, I had a flick through the magazines on almost a daily basis. I would read science magazines, writing magazines, various BBC titles, historical articles, financial articles, newspapers and of course, the weekly assortment aimed at women. Each of these catered for a different audience and within the categories there would be slight differences, though generally around a theme. I learnt in this time that there isn’t a woman alive that wants a bad horoscope read to her- and so I very rarely read one. Instead, they are peddled with positivity and hooks to make a reader come back for the good news the following week. Surrounding myself with positivity is the way I am choosing to deal with 2014. I cannot predict the future and I wouldn’t claim to but, in the looking at what I plan to do with it, I can ensure that this year is better than all of those before. I have an ambitious novel to write (or plan) and a poem a week to commit to. I have grand plans meaning I just don’t have the time for the tripe I watch. For the theme of ‘future’ then, I am setting my only resolution- to watch much less TV. And to get my year going, a poem…
Poem on a mindless afternoon off
We hail in the new year, twenty fourteenNew Celebrity Big Brother startsAgain, they’re all famous from ten years beforeWith a smattering of daft, frilly tarts
This is it, this is what we’ve decided to doOn our evenings and weekends we slothIt all started when they made an ITV2Gave us all those free channels to watch
This year, let’s say sod it to Cowell and CoThe future starts now- show them all where to goThrow the Ant at the Dec and then both off that bridgeBoost the ratings for one final show
 Or one day, we’ll be forced to repeat old QIsThere’ll be no shows of interest at allWhilst we’re spending our time watching cable or skyWe’re as well banging heads on the wall.
Thanks for reading,
S.