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Welcoming in 2008

"I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me."
-- Anais Nin

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Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
Amen to that. Actually, in thinking about it, this is a REALLY silly time of year to make resolutions. We're just coming off the rigors and ordeal of the holiday season, and instead of resting a bit, our culture calls for us to "resolve" -- or "decide firmly on a course of action," per the dictionary.

Instead, I think now is a good time to relax and breathe a little, and to be happy.

I'm all about the word "happy" today. Multiple times, I thought about that quote about happiness that I put on my blog. Some family and friends were over to celebrate the New Year. I felt a sense of "settling down" today observing -- at multiple times -- a "little corner that keeps flapping around."

Ah, happiness.

Resolutions can wait!
4:48 PM
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