Without fail, each turning of the calendar year brings with it a sense of hope, in the form of (yet) another chance to start fresh, to make the important, profound changes – small and large – that will bring us closer to realizing our true self, no?
The cold January air, the short days, the damp skies. Any of these things, alone, might feel grim or depressing. But in the context of “the holidays” and of course of a New Year, they can instead feel wonderful and renewing: like the first day of Spring or first light after a bitter storm. I suppose inanimate things are always rife for whatever meaning we choose to instill into them, eh?
Here we stand. At the precipice of another opportunity. I have great dreams and hopes that this year – of all years – will bring those things that I’ve hoped for for many years: love, travel abroad, satisfying work, the discipline and focus required to meet my financial, fitness, and creative goals.
I know a lot of people who scoff at the idea of resolutions, and I understand the sentiment. I don’t even really think of my own goals as resolutions, although to a great degree it’s only a matter of semantics. Regardless, I do love the moment. So full of hope, so ripe with potential. As the rubber meets the road, though, it is not about the hopes (or planning), it’s all in the doing.
So here we go again, embarking anew on each of our own quests to wake up earlier, savor life more completely, strengthen our relationships, and on and on. It feels great.
I feel different this year. Rather than the sense of trying to turn around a large ship, I feel more like I have momentum, that the wind is at my back. Of course, there is lots of work to do, but you know what? I’m ready for it!
Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around
Without fail, each turning of the calendar year brings with it a sense of hope, in the form of (yet) another chance to start fresh, to make the important, profound changes – small and large – that will bring us closer to realizing our true self, no?
The cold January air, the short days, the damp skies. Any of these things, alone, might feel grim or depressing. But in the context of “the holidays” and of course of a New Year, they can instead feel wonderful and renewing: like the first day of Spring or first light after a bitter storm. I suppose inanimate things are always rife for whatever meaning we choose to instill into them, eh?
Here we stand. At the precipice of another opportunity. I have great dreams and hopes that this year – of all years – will bring those things that I’ve hoped for for many years: love, travel abroad, satisfying work, the discipline and focus required to meet my financial, fitness, and creative goals.
I know a lot of people who scoff at the idea of resolutions, and I understand the sentiment. I don’t even really think of my own goals as resolutions, although to a great degree it’s only a matter of semantics. Regardless, I do love the moment. So full of hope, so ripe with potential. As the rubber meets the road, though, it is not about the hopes (or planning), it’s all in the doing.
So here we go again, embarking anew on each of our own quests to wake up earlier, savor life more completely, strengthen our relationships, and on and on. It feels great.
I feel different this year. Rather than the sense of trying to turn around a large ship, I feel more like I have momentum, that the wind is at my back. Of course, there is lots of work to do, but you know what? I’m ready for it!