I have no idea how many wallets I've had in my lifetime.
But it's not a once a year thing, getting a new one.
God knows how long I have one before something drastic happens, like at a restaurant - "Sir, are those credit cards under your chair?"
Uh, yeah... they musta... fallen out.
How long had I been carrying that thing?
Who knows, man.
This Christmas I unwrapped a gift from my wife and... there was a new one.
Out of the blue - I mean, I sure never asked for it.
I pulled my old one out of my pocket and uh, oh look...
It's guts are hanging out.
My wife looked at me like my Mom did when I was 8... the baby bird found in the back yard... put it in the box with the grass under the lamp... feeding it Spaghettios with tweezers... and the next morning my mom saying, "Oh honey, it died. So sorry."
But then I looked at my new wallet and thought... what if this is the one?
Of all the wallets I've ever had?
Will this be the one in my pocket when I watch the Cubs finally bring home championship glory?
Yeah, I think it just might be.
I chucked the old one out that morning.
And now I realize that if there's any kind of resolution I'm making the year, it's a promise to let myself feel real possibility.
No matter what you say, I couldn't bring myself to say that last year.
The odds are that sure things aren't.
Anything could have happened with all those kids coming up.
Now, I'm NOT saying, "See you at the World Series."
But I am saying that sometime in the lifetime of my awesome new wallet, I think I will.