My husband and I were talking about New Years. Tomorrow is the last day of 2014.
I have no resolutions in mind. I thought I did. But then my husband burst my bubble and said they were all goals, not resolutions.
“I’m a soccer ball.”
What is a resolution?
I don’t want my resolution to be predictable. Be a nicer person. Give more. No. I have 24 hours to think of something real. I want it to be something… sacred. I want to taste my resolution, and it should be sweet.
Make your resolution real. Make it move you. Make it count.
Love, B. R. Wren