There are so many demarcations that signal a new year.
There’s my birthday in June that says, I’ve officially spent another year on the planet. I get to say inane things to my reflection in the mirror, like, don’t worry about the loosening flesh, it’s only because you’ve come such a long way baby, and don’t worry, you’re like wine…seriously Colleen, you’re like wine. Focus on the depth, yeh, yeh, depth…
Call me shallow, but I’d love to have the depth and wisdom without the requisite saggage.
But yes, I know, I know, I’m supposed to own this.
Mostly I do.
Then there is, of course, September, the time of new pencils, fresh white pages, thick socks and crackling leaves. It cranks me up, that September page. I’m all a-tizzy with what I’m going to do: Yessirree, hup two three, Look at me!
And of course, there’s this one. The Happy (official) New Year event. The day the calendar flips into a NEW YEAR and I do all those requisite resolutions and reflections.
Let’s review shall we? That’s three opportunities to start again. To have a plan. To do something amazing!
I’ve decided it’s not enough.
Instead, I propose a New Year every single freaking day of the year. Yup. This is the official new world for moi.
It’s a fresh start. Today. Today. Today. Today.
Sure, there are some plans afoot, and yes, I have some goals and ideas I want to implement. But ultimately, like a good One-A-Day vitamin, all I really get is one shot at this living thing…one day at a time. In fact, who’s to say when my best-before minute will come due?
Each day – if I’m lucky – I’m going to wake up. Do my best. Breathe deeply. Pay attention and try not to waste the hours given to me, but even if I do absolutely nada, I’m still going to go to bed and say, That was enough. You done good. Rest.
In case you doubt the efficacy of my plan, I am throwing in a big name to support my proposal. This concept is more succinctly expressed by none other than Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Happy New(ish) Year!
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. - Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)