What is it about a new year that brings some of us intense joy at the aspects of possibility and brings others to their knees with uncertainty?

Every year when the time comes for nature to play a little slight of hand with numbers, I am faced with many emotions, questions, and perhaps even half-assed ideas of how to resolve aspects of my life that seem to need alterations.

A less than gentle nudging within my mind always is prompt to remind me of my current state of life during the present moment that the future arrives. Often I will have much contemplation of condemnations of myself and the loss of a moment(s) vowed to take part in or make happen. Perhaps this time of year best represents a self-assessment of just how poorly we all follow our own directions.

I find myself startled at the amount of time that has passed since the last time that time caught up with me.

Sometimes I stand in complete silence staring at the stars and wondering if someone is viewing my life after it has already passed.