I LOVE New Years. Just as I love the first empty page in a new notebook – all that virginal promise! It doesn’t matter how banal my thoughts might be, I just know they will reach new levels of profundity in a new notebook! No matter how difficult, or tiring the dying year might have been, the next twelve months are spread out before us like pearls on a necklace, all shiny and precious, just waiting for us to wear them to the party. (see – profound, right?)
Sure as eggs is eggs, these little feet will strengthen and grow and by next new years might even hold little Hazel upright.
That’s one of life’s certainties, on a par with we’re born, we get older, we die, we pay taxes. It’s the grey areas we so often have trouble with – how will we spend those years we have on earth? Will we be loved? Have a passion that enthuses us? What storms will batter us and can we withstand them?
We know really that, of course, we will, even if we think we can’t. What choice is there, after all? Well, we make choices when we open our eyes every morning (and not just the “shall I get up now?” variety). We choose whether to be happy. Whether to allow ourselves to bend, but not break. We choose whether to criticise or encourage, engage or ignore those around us, whether to coast along or strive to be better.
I’m not making resolutions this year – I’ve decided that the whole too fat, too thin, too unfit, too loud, too quiet, too anything just doesn’t apply to me any more. I’m not perfect, but I’m ok. But I will spend a little time considering the choices I intend to make in 2013. And I wish YOU (yes, you) a happy, healthy, productive New Year!