January 1st, 2018

It's 8:30-ish PM on this first day of the New Year. I had many intentions for the first day of the New Year.  I was going to write letters, do a blog, hike up Rubidoux, so on and so forth.  Well, while I didn't do that, I did get some other things like take down most of the outside holiday lights, dis-assemble the Christmas tree and go for a long walk with Miguelito.  Then I realized I had wanted to blog and to work my pictures, etc.  First chance and it didn't go according to intention.  Well, not exactly.

I am writing this little blog about January first.  It is the first chance of 365 in the New Year we call 2018.  And that says it right there: we call it 2018.  It is our call.  It is really rather arbitrary.  Time is what we make of it.  And if we don't make time for it, well, that's on us.  And so the big thing here is, what is it???

Maybe that is what this year should be all about.  I'm very good at putting "shoulds" upon myself.   Why not one that is to my benefit, my betterment, my self-actualization.  It is a chance everyday to be who we are and do what we want to do.  So maybe some days are meant for putting away the trappings of the holiday now over.   It may not be exactly wrong to not get it right, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try.