The Rise of New Year
Even though I'm a pessimistic kill-joy with a craggy heart, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement this morning. And even though I know I'm the exact same person I was yesterday, I like knowing that new years bring new things.
I'm ready for some new things.
When I consider all the stuff headed this way in 2014, I get a little fluttery. I feel kind of nervous mixed with happy, joy swirled with fear, pressure and encouragement all wrapped up in each other, and a deep sense of anticipation for good things to come. And hard things. And amazing things. And terrible things. And all the other things that make life... life. It's like the New Year is rising ahead of me, inviting me into something bigger than myself, challenging me to be brave and step forward, to shrink and to grow, to give and to receive, to lift and to bury, to hold tight and let go, and, most of all, to love.
The rise of a new year brings a tidal wave of Hope.
It's hope I woke up with today, Hope that doesn't simply rest in the things that will be good, but in all the things that will be. So while I may not be stepping in to the new year resolute to lose 10 pounds (though I would not hate it if that happened) or get dressed earlier (and perhaps more often), and though I'm not skipping around the house in the euphoria of a “fresh start”, I do actually welcome this new year with a certain degree of enthusiasm.
I Hope it will be... well, I Hope it will just be. And I hope we will be in it, together.
Happy New Year, friends. Let's make 2014 our b... estie - Jamie Wright
