On January 1st we think about New Year’s resolutions. Thinking could be a simple as deciding that we’re not going to make any this year—Done! and we can go on with our life. I asked my husband if he had any resolutions this year and he said he’d just be working on the usual, which is pretty much the same for me; eat healthy, exercise, work on relationships, be nice—those things we were suppose to learn in kindergarten. And then there is that special one just for us older folks—get rid of stuff, which is precisely what I’ve resolved to do, again, after I finish ‘Very Grateful’, the book about my mom. Resolved to finish by January 31st.
My big resolution for 2015, however, is to practice living in more silence. Last night, as the TV at my daughter’s brought us the New Year, I was startled, surprised, shocked, alarmed , frightened, amazed, scared, disturbed, disquieted (I couldn’t decide on a single word from my Thesaurus—they all applied), at the screaming that accompanied every, and I mean every, human being performing on CNN. As I went to bed at 9:30, I resolved to be as quiet as I can in everything I think, do and say in 2015. I’m going to do my part help silence be heard.
My big resolution for 2015, however, is to practice living in more silence. Last night, as the TV at my daughter’s brought us the New Year, I was startled, surprised, shocked, alarmed , frightened, amazed, scared, disturbed, disquieted (I couldn’t decide on a single word from my Thesaurus—they all applied), at the screaming that accompanied every, and I mean every, human being performing on CNN. As I went to bed at 9:30, I resolved to be as quiet as I can in everything I think, do and say in 2015. I’m going to do my part help silence be heard.