New Year's Day usually finds our family at the beach. The water's too cold to get in, but we really aren't there to swim.
The kids are happy to play in the sand. That's what it's there for, right? And for me, visiting the ocean fills my hope tank*. Something about its vastness and my smallness makes me realize that all the stuff that seemed so important thirty minutes ago, doesn't really matter. Breathing in the salty air, finding sea glass softened by the sand, hearing the waves crash on the shore...leaves me feeling renewed, ready to take on whatever life might bring.
Resolutions are made to be broken. I stopped torturing myself with that annual tradition years ago. I set goals for myself, but they don't change with the calendar. They change as I cross them off and grow into the next challenge.
But if I made just one resolution for the year, it would be to make more time to visit the ocean. Because every writer, every person, needs to have hope. Even better when it includes a little sand :)
What do you hope for in 2010?
*Lisa and Laura came up with the hope tank concept. Brilliant, isn't it?