It’s the 12 th day. The holiday season’s last gasp. I’m packing up all the good stuff and putting the trash out on the curb. The cheery memories are stored for the cold times ahead and the ones I’d like to forget have been shut out- at least until time makes them seem more amusing.
This is what I have left:
I haven’t yet had any urge to make New Year’s resolutions or even a list of goals for 2009. Everything seems too vague and open to change . I’m opposed to resolutions anyway- they always turn out to be the non-binding kind. Which I conveniently remember anytime I want to do something I have previously forbidden myself to do.
I do like to have a plan, however. It makes me feel like I have a grip on things. It’s just that it’s hard to remember that there ever was a plan when the freight train is headed down the mountain toward the broken trestle that spans a ravine so deep you can’t see the bottom. Right about then is when I realize I’ve neglected to put “get the brakes checked” in the master plan. So I’ve fired the engineer, stopped gripping the throttle and if the worst happens I’m just going to hope the momentum will carry me over. Who knows? If the train jumps the tracks maybe the bottom of the ravine will be more interesting than the top.
So right now all I’m planning for is new spice jars because I have some of one kind and some of another and not enough of either and the labels keep coming off. I can deal with a certain amount of unpredictability in my life but I do like to know what I’m eating.
Otherwise I’d just like to keep things open ended and stay open minded.
May all beings be happy
May all beings be well
May all beings be safe
May all beings be peaceful and at ease