The New Year. A time for resolutions, promises, and new beginnings all around. A time to look back on the last year and evaluate our experiences and reactions, to try to work out a way to start anew, with a fresh perspective.
Screw that.
In the past I've made plans, promises to myself, resolutions. The thing is, they never work out. I think I'm going to do what I always end up doing anyway, flying by the seat of my pants. Why fight it?
It's my belief that the moment we think we have any control over our circumstances, that's when things really start to fall apart. Too many times from a western perspective we view ourselves as the stream, forever moving and carving our own channel. I more truly identify myself as a pebble in the stream, washed over, buffeted, but still complete.
So this year I'll let the waters rush by, take me where they please, but remain just as I am.
This isn't to say I'll be passive, just steady, and not fight the forces I can't change, no matter what I do. I've pushed a lot the last few years, I think I'll sit on the porch with a glass of wine and watch it all go by this year.
Yes, I can hear you, "She is so completely full of shit."
Yeah, probably, but I'm going to try.