I love New Year’s. Not the night itself, mind you since I’m well past the age of partying until the break of dawn. In fact, last night I didn’t even see ten-thirty let alone stay awake long enough to usher in 2016. I guess what I love is the idea of starting fresh.
It’s the first day of a brand new year, and as of yet – to borrow the words of Anne Shirley – there are no mistakes in it. 2016 is a clean slate, a do-over, a jumping off point. As I sit here contemplating the next 365 days, I suddenly feel that anything is possible.
Having admitted to the above, it may come as a surprise to hear that I’m cautious with New Year’s resolutions. See, I’ve been down that road far too many times. Writing out the lists of exercise plans and new diets and daily must do’s. The initial wave of euphoria is surely powerful and can carry me along on its crest for many a day, but inevitably, somewhere around January 23rd, it rolls into shore and deposits me on the sand before racing away again.
And I’m left with a gym membership I won’t use and a fridge full of lemons or marinated tofu chunks or whatever the fad diet called for, but remain otherwise entirely unchanged. Or even worse, deeply discouraged and resentful.
So even though there won’t be any grand resolutions from me, I will use this time to reflect a great deal. Instead of a detailed list of changes, I’m simply going to visualize the type of life I want to lead and the kind of person I want to be, and work hard to keep the vision at the forefront of my mind. For it’s often said, whatever the mind can conceive and the heart can believe, you will achieved.
Happy 2016 everyone! I hope you are looking forward with an open heart and a soul filled with optimism.