I thought I loved January. But this year I'm not feeling it so much. Should I hope? Will I fail? Is there any point even writing those lists and goals for the year ahead? Will I be disapointed at the end? May be this year I'll let it all just unravel before me and walk in it. Living in what the present moment gives. Go gently, treading lightly, rolling with the tides. Maybe this year i'll begin already surrendered. Having nothing to give except my mountain of failures I will be filled. Maybe this year?