Like I said in my last post, I don’t do resolutions.  I also don’t usually find solace or meaning in ceremonies.  The big, grand statements of life do not move me.  The small moments, compounded together – the quiet moments of everyday life when you realize what they have added up to: that’s what creates meaning for me.  Change can happen any day – it doesn’t have to be the first of the year, or a big birthday, or any other artificial point on the calendar.

So why is it that in the first few days of this new year we have rearranged furniture, I have made moves toward brushing up my French, and I have this overwhelming awareness of the fact that I’m turning 40 in a few months?

Oh, and of course, I have had strong thoughts about rejuvenating my barely existent yoga practice.  Naturally.