Change

I hate the notion of resolution. It always sounds so final and crisp, not nearly fluid enough to suit my Piscean nature. So I'm looking this year at the various ways in which I'd like to grow...

• I'd like to read more and talk less.

• I'd like to leave more room for people to meet me halfway, rather than always crossing over to them before they have a chance to move toward me.

• I'd like to start studying yoga seriously again.

• I'd like to finish several writing projects that have been languishing over the last couple of years.

• I'd like to grow my hair to my waist again, no matter how short and dumpy it makes me look.

• I'd like to make more of an effort to stay in touch with the people I care about.

• I'd like to take my kids camping even more than usual.

• I'd like to give more of my stuff away and collect less of it as I go along.

• I'd like to walk my dogs more.

• I'd like to paint my front door a brighter shade of red and edge it with blue.

• I'd like to get my gardens back to the state they were in before I moved up north.

• I'd like to start making big art and display it in the lot down the street for no apparent reason.

• I'd like to get stronger in all sorts of ways.

• I'd like to enjoy the present moment more.

There's always plenty to do, and always new ways to grow into the person I am meant to be. This year I will try my best to never forget that.