Gotta say, I love new years. I realize it’s just a relatively arbitrary accounting method designed a very long time ago, but that doesn’t dim the sense of possibility I feel every single time I’m fortunate enough to see a January first... and second... and third. The close of an old year and the beginning of a new one feel to me like turning pages, and I love the sense of wonder that comes with a fresh page (either blank for me to fill or filled with undiscovered words written by someone else). Turning pages brings great freedom to let go of everything that came on the page before... or the year before. 2010 for me was an amazing year, one of greater peace and happiness than I’ve ever known. The power of the contentment I found is that it came from within, not because my goals have panned out or I won the lotto. And I hate to say this out loud (or on paper), but I’m grateful that I found happiness before the tangible reasons for it arrived. I’m grateful for having the chance to evolve more before I get an agent, a publishing deal, or any of the other things I dream of. It does rankle a bit to be grateful for a long and sometimes painful waiting/rejection process, but I am.
2010 also had a darker side of frustrations, hardships, and unfinished things that can now be released because the page has turned and all that wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as the possibility of what could be on this page or the other side of the next page.
Any year that begins with my dreams solidly in place, my loved ones held dear, and a hope that fills me to brimming—now that’s a great first page.
And I’m wishing everyone a hopeful first page. No matter what scars former years leave on us, I say we have the choice to turn the page and live today as free of former pages as we choose to be.
Quote for the Day from T.S. Eliot
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.”