2012

I was a lot more freaked out about 2012 three or four years ago, than I am now that it's here. You know, all the end of the Mayan calendar stuff. Not that I'm not a big believer that we're headed for something all right, I just don't think it's the end of the world, figuratively, or literally. I think, or chose to believe, we're headed for profound healing. I think so much of what's been off balance in our world, is going to start shifting back to center. If ever there was a year for the feminine divine to make a big comeback, it's 2012 - just sayin'.

My sister-in-law, Sonam, and nephew, Kunga, were up for the weekend. (Side note: They gave Rojo a U of O Rose Bowl T-shirt for Christmas, which he wore all day today, all the way to the Ducks first Rose Bowl victory since 1917! Go, Ducks!)

We went out for frozen yogurt all three days (Rojo and I are, without a doubt, their best and favorite customers). They had new year's resolutions forms you could fill out and get 20% off on your yogurt (when you spend $200/month on frozen yogurt, you'll save 20% every chance you get). Rojo, Sonam, Kunga and I talked about what we wanted for the new year. Both Sonam and I were, and are, hesitant to state our resolutions for lots of reasons. (You feel like a loser when you break them, it's like jinxing them, you should be working on improving yourself at all times, not just at the new year, blah, blah, blah.) We saw other people's resolutions taped along the bank of yogurt machines. There were lots and lots of "lose weight" and "eat better." But the ones that stood out to us were these:

Go to Tibet (Sonam is Tibetan, but has never been there. It's our dream to travel there together as soon as she has a US Visa - hers is Indian)

Be kind to myself

Be positive

Take time for myself

Forgive

Let it go

Apologize

Choose to be happy, instead of being right

Isn't it encouraging to think that right now, all over the world, there are people resolving to be kind? To forgive? To apologize? To let it go and to be happy?

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