What wings are for

I've always loved the new year. Sure, you can start a "new year" any old time you feel like it. Every day is a new day, a new chance to change, grow, and choose. But the new year is special to me. It really feels like a fresh start, a time to make resolutions and recommit things that may have fallen by the wayside in the preceding months. This year, I need to be more mindful and patient, I need to floss every day, I need to reach out to friends and family more often, and I need to eat better. More than that, I need to finish (heck, truly start) that novel I started awhile back. Even more than that, though, I need to get back to basics where my personal philosophy is concerned.

The end-of-the-year greetings from the many animal advocacy organizations I belong to have again brought before my eyes the devastating consequences of that choice I make once or twice a day (ok, ok, three times at the very least beginning January 1) about eating.

In 2007, I'm going to get all militant again, not outwardly, but inwardly and in all of my actions. I've been reminded again what wings are for. And I will not forget it in 2007. Of all the things I have to do, this is the most important.