
The two walk on for another ten miles in silence. Suddenly, the second monk says, "Brother, you KNOW we are forbidden to touch women . . . HOW could you do that?!" The first monk replies, "I put her down at the river's edge . . . why are you still carrying her?"
The New Year's resolution this year is to put it down. To quit carrying all the baggage of things I cannot fix nor change. To release the guilt, the sadness, the anxiety, the extra weight I keep as a barrier between the now and the past.
I am hopeful. I am joyful. I feel free.
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