Sunday, January 03, 2010
It's a new year, and another symbolic start as fresh & clean as the fluffy snow falling outside my window. But in a few days, the snow will be grey and mucky and downtrodden.
Sure, I have goals that I want to accomplish. But what usually gets in my way is that I forget that each day, each moment, each breath, each thought is a fresh start. My snow gets slushy and I forget that I can do anything I put my mind to, that after the slush comes the spring. If I resolve anything, it's to remember that. Because life isn't about being perfect, it's that you're perfect just being.