Well, a new year is upon us. Per tradition, I considered the making of resolutions . . . it didn’t last long. Resolutions are wily fellows. Like a first attempt at mutton busting, I tend to start out of the gate on the same animal: eat less, exercise more, listen more, whine less; but it never takes long before I’m thrown, helmet askew, wondering how I failed to hold on.
So this year I simply sat myself down and asked what it is I want from the year. It boiled down to this: be present. Seems a little silly, when I say it aloud. But you see, the last couple years have been unruly, at best. I’ve spent more time than I’d care admit, doing little more than spinning my wheels. Or so it seems. In doing so, I missed out on quite a lot.
I don’t want to miss out this year.
Not that I don’t have goals, mind you. I do; here are just a few . . .
And I have a sneaking suspicion: if I’m more aware in the little things, the big things just might come my way, too.
Now, what about you?