This is the year that...

We finally get around to making ice cream, visit the American Folk Park and make tie-dye t-shirts.

Naturally, none of these things are remotely likely to happen, but it's good to have plans.

Last year I said I'd dig the garden.

Man I really dig that garden.

It's so pretty.

And yet...

What really matters, is not what you do but how you do it.

How you treat people.

How you listen to them.

How you speak to them.

How you love them.

Doing the right thing

I don't give a flying fuck about money. I don't give a shit about acquiring stuff.

I do care passionately about doing the right thing.

I want my epitaph to read

'But I tried didn't I? God damn it, at least I did that.'

Trying can hurt.

It can be hard.

It doesn't always work out like you want to.

When something grates on you as being wrong, expose it; shout it from the rooftops; rage against the machine.

You will be able to sleep at night.

You can look anyone in the eye.

You can live happy.

You can die happy.

Friends

Last night was the first Christmas party (I know I'm an atheist but I detest the word Xmas) I attended this year.

Some people performed a few 'turns', not epileptic mind, more entertainment like and others watched and laughed or didn't and so on.

I noticed people tend to gather around those they feel most comfortable with and that's fine, so long as it doesn't exclude others from taking part.

Where it all goes wrong is where hushed conversations are held and snippets overheard which cause doubt over a person's integrity.

Life isn't fair, you say. Let's make it fair, I say.

How do you do this and prevent 'Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose?'

Say what you mean
           and
Mean what you say