Oh ten is here and I thought last day of January an appropriate day to muse a bit. Each year is a clean slate, but more importantly each day is a clean slate too. No New Year's Resolutions float up to entertain me. Mostly because I know by now I have made my own choices. And a creature of habit doesn't change with a simple New Year resolution. Instead the question seems to be... why do we choose the habits we do?
Why did we not change them before now? Why do we stay in places and situations that we complain make us unhappy or do not fulfill us? Because we chose to for a reason. For me it's the moments along the way, the little things that give me very briefly a sense of enjoyment or wonder. Like an aqua blue and white super sleek airplane (that someone owns!) and chose to fly across the downtown San Francisco landscape at just the moment I chose to go up on the roof to try out my new camera. And in a more mundane sense, the simple pleasure of walking to work on a sunny day glistening down on the streets between my apartment and the job, inhaling fresh cool moist morning air, brushing shoulders with interesting strangers of some anonymous kinship. For me there are no beautiful loves, soul mates, or perfect lives. Just perfect moments to notice and enjoy for what they are. Fleeting bits of a life that keeps on rolling by.
