I didn't set any New Year's Resolutions this year. Not one. I felt sort of guilty about that for awhile. Um, not that guilty. Not guilty enough to set any. I mean, I'm constantly evaluating myself and trying to do better. Maybe too much. And then I decided, maybe goals are overrated. Maybe I spend too much of my time looking forward, wishing, wanting, dissatisfied with myself and others, and not enough time savoring the moment. Beautiful Mt. Timpanogos. My favorite. When Robert Persig ( Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance ) pointed out that it's the sides of the mountain that count, not just the top, he wasn't just talking about hiking. Maybe that's what I haven't been doing in my life. Maybe I need to do what my neighbor does: wake up every morning, see the sun or the rain or the snow, and say, I am alive, and that's a gift. And just enjoy whatever the Universe dumps in my lap. Even when it looks like pig poo. Er, perhaps I don't