This year in my writers' group we announced goals to each other. Goals seem more humble and realistic than resolutions. And there is something about verbalizing to friends what we want to do that helps place us on the path to doing.
Last night we were invited to a couple's house for dinner. Their daughter wants to go to Kenya to study for a semester and the parents were worried about her safety. We went to reassure them that the school program the daughter was going on was safe and that she would have an incredible experience in Kenya.
On the way home our car was smashed into by a driver who had skidded on ice and lost control. The back window was blown out, the rear end crushed, and the front tire twisted. Fiona and I are okay. We have some sore muscles and keep seeing the accident when we close our eyes, but it could have been so much worse.
Fiona pointed out that we had gone to reassure them about safety and then been smashed into on our way home in Minneapolis. Such a reminder about how quickly things can change anyplace. And such a reminder about what I continue to need to be reminded of: the necessity of living each day fully and gratefully.