We don’t know about you but there is something about the first evening of the first day of the year that fills us with an inexplicable combination of hope and trepidation.
Sometimes it seems like this is the only time of year that is Blank With Potential and this excites us and worries us all at the same time. Oh how we worry and oh how we hope.
Will we do what we see ourselves doing?
Will we be nice or mean.
Will we nail our routine down in such a way that we are able to crack the code of our own inertia?
What will happen with the people we dread seeing?
What will happen with those we long to see more of.
How will it all unravel?
Will that wound that plagues us soften or harden?
Will we finally move forward, smooth instead of rough?
And what about Christina Aguilera? What will happen with her?
Somehow we feel more full of questions and schemes and plans and blueprints on the First Day of each year and as the days go by in the year, as they tick tick tick by, and we scramble to keep up and we struggle to stay in the curl of the wave we most often feel to afraid to dive into we remember that each month has a new beginning and each week has a fresh Monday and each day has that still feeling in the morning when we haven’t started thinking yet and we know, with absolute certainty, that regardless of all the resolutions we’ve imagined, that everything and everyone is going to be okay.
Hooray On All Fronts Then,