It’s the first day of a new year, and I’m ready for a fresh start in a lot of places. I’m still slowly, persistently plugging away toward having a writing-centered life; and there’s still stuff to be dealt with due to Dad’s passing, last month.
As years nearly always are, last year was a mix of good, bad, and indifferent. And as also nearly always happens, there are hopes and expectations for this year being an improvement over the last. Maybe for me, having a birthday just two weeks and change before the end of the year, it’s sort of a double dose of “new year,” come January 1st. And, too, I have a propensity toward being contemplative, anyway.
But, still, like all the previous years, and all the years which will follow, this new year will be whatever it’s going to be. We don’t have much control over what will happen, although we do have some say in how we interpret and handle what the year brings us, how we respond to it. May we all roll with the punches, be aware of and grateful for the gifts, keep our humor and our faith in things working out moreso in favor of the good. May our mouths be thrown open due to wonder far more often than to wailing. May we find ourselves being treated graciously by this new year.