1, 2, Buckle My Shoe

First day back to work in the new year. Wish I can say I came back with a blast, but I haven't. I'm tired. Sleepy tired, though I slept like a rock!

I have not made any "formal" resolutions this year, but I can't seem to stop thinking in terms of resolutions. I keep thinking that now I am going to start this, or now I am going to study and practice dharma more diligently, or now I am going to eat better. Then I catch myself and say to myself that it shouldn't be about now, just because its a new year. A new year signifies a new beginning, but every second is a new beginning. Anything short of that is just giving myself permission to not do what is there for me to do.