Friday, January 1, 2010

Thirty seconds before the ball dropped I wiped out on the ice, hard. As I lay in pain staring at the sky I had to laugh. What a fitting end to a fall-on-the-ice sort of year. Mourning a loss, losing a gallbladder, life path indecision, bills, bills, and more bills - many a fall-on-the-ice moments to be sure. Yet, with that last big fall a fresh start comes. Brandon helped me to my feet and we heard the fireworks all around, welcome 2010 and the promise of better times ahead.
I think my only resolution this year is to be intentional with my time, with my love, with my money, with my words, with my soul. We'll see.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
-- T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"


Matt and Jen said...

I love your resolution and should probably capture it myself. I struggle with resolutions just as I struggle with goals... I think they in essence and by reputation set you up to fail. I think that yours is on to something great! I'm going to try to be inspired but don't judge if I just keep avoiding failure!

Katie said...

I won't judge you if you won't judge me ;-)