It has been an eventful year. One I am not sure I would like to repeat to tell the truth. [I always TRY to tell the truth you know]

New Years Resolutions? My list would be so long as to boggle the mind. I am a great taskmaster, my own worst critic, setting impossible goals. I try to keep that part of me reined in. I have this sneaking suspicion I could become an obsessive compulsive without too much encouragement, but rather than it manifesting itself as excessive hand washing or picture straightening, it would have to do with inner work and lofty states of mind and great literary achievements.... things of that sort. All very Quixotian.

I walked to the nearby creek this morning to clear out the cobwebs, hoping to find some raging waters after our heavy rains and instead found this tame looking sight.

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Hardly impressive, though pleasant enough.

I have no coherent train of thought this day as you can tell, so I will retreat for the Sabbath and see if I can do some mental housecleaning, which is not prohibited, and hopefully be of more sound mind went next we meet.

Until then, may your new year be one of enlightenment, followed by the intestinal fortitude to follow up on your new found wisdom. And thank you to all my readers here at Dear Diary. You bring joy to my life, and mindfulness, and silliness and companionship. A bountiful set of gifts indeed.

Write On!