Just returned from a long jog that took me an hour and a half. Did some chin ups and slowly trudged back home. The cool sea breeze after the passing shower chilled the skin and made the journey home a lot more enjoyable than usual. It's in the mind to want to stand and stare. But the run left me with a blister on my toe. Doh.
Like any other year, the year passed by faster than it could begin. I've done some good things; there're things I could fare better. All in all, I hope to be a better person the next year. I hope to have more patience with the people around me. As realistic a person I am, I have to have the patience to understand that everyone needs their own pace to grow, and whatever I apply is only based on my limited judgement.
It's been a year since this appeared on my bio:
Water that is cloudy can only turn clear when it is left quiet.
The dirt will settle to the bottom of its own accord. Any attempt to force this to happen must fail --
and I've learned nothing from it. I'm weak. I'm preaching more than what I'm practising.
I've got to leave the water alone.
Somehow I'm pretty sure that the new year will only get better.
(I'm getting the nike player!)