No days on the wagon

On the first day of the new year I broke a promise to myself....

To live purposefully.  Or did I?  I guess I chose purposefully, to do something I've never done before, out of character, to be in the moment.  That choice just doesn't feel great right now.

Maybe purposeful choices sometimes turn out to be mistakes.  Maybe not all mistakes are bad.  Isn't it all grist for the mill, here for our growth?  Left turns and right turns are just turns.  Apparently all of this turning over new leaves has me spinning a little.

OHO