This week is, for many, quiet relaxing and recharging time spent, in my view, on too much reflecting and too much predicting, too much winding up and too much planning ahead, reviewing the year that was, prognosticating the year that will be. While we discuss our year that was, resolutions, plans ahead, things we’ll do ‘next year’, next time … what is new year?
Just another winter’s day. Followed by another winter’s day, then 363 more …
2015 wasn’t a thing, and nothing happened to it.
Things happened – to people, in places, on dates. String of days, one earth lap ’round the sun. Doesn’t slow to celebrate, doesn’t look back where it’s been. But we do. At what happened on dates ending in ‘15’, group them as if they possess qualities they don’t.
Newspaper editors display them as ‘the year that was’ or some other cute headline. Like trees, we’ve gotten a year older. Wiser? Not sure.
Apart from that, what is ahead?
Does a new year open?
Is there something new to explore?
Unfurling red carpets to lead our way into 2016, a new year – as if we are entering a new country with our passport stamped, new territory for making a completely new and different life. No deadline on change, no speed limit, no road rules, change lanes at will. We don’t need a green light or a checkered flag, don’t need new laws or auld lang syne rhymes to recognize when thoughts lead to decisions and decisions lead to actions.
Life is not a collection of pay stubs and cancelled plans – life is venture, viewpoint and validation.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -6C/21F, light snow falling – a quiet day for hunkering down, errands and a gym trip await; Gusta romping like a puppy. Me too. There is something physical going on that is more than a battle with my bathroom scale … stay tuned.