I love the end of one year and the beginning of another. I suppose it’s because I’m a long time advocate of the aphorism “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” I’m not sure where that comes from–probably a twelve-step program–but regardless, I embrace second chances, new opportunities, jumping into new frames of mind. If there is one thing I’ve learned is that my past doesn’t have to be my future. I know who said that, at least on a self-help tape, Tony Robbins and it resonates with me.
There is almost always something one can do to make things better, or to shift from one path to another. I admit I’m not sure this works for people in dire straits, the homeless, the destitute, the hopelessly addicted and those who have the misfortune to live where war rages, but the rest of us, we have no excuses.
I only have a vague idea of what I want to accomplish this year. I haven’t taken the time to write it all down yet, but I do know that while some of my resolutions may fall by the wayside, most of the will not. This is the year I want to keep things simple, take each day as it comes, but be clear to myself what is really important. I want to take steps everyday–creeping aching steps if necessary, but steps toward making my life what I want it to be. Keeping my family and friends close, keep my fingers at the keyboard daily for strong productive segments of time, painting often, and painting only what I want to paint with no one’s rules drumming in my head, and beading too, even that, when I want something I can hold in my hand immediately, feel its weight, and give away. And I want to do something for others. Step out of my own world for a while each week and give away something of me.
I count myself lucky that these are the threads I can braid together into a thick uneven plait and lucky to be able to shake it out at the end of each year and start again.