Well the New Year is not off to the best start. Both Vi and I have wicked colds. Those deep in your chest colds, hurts to breathe. Coughing is a real ouch. It’s really been dragging on since just after Christmas. Had a wild New Years Eve, both asleep by about 9:00.
So how can I say it will be the best year ever. Well most of my life I have “TRIED” to live with this thought in mind:
If you have a bad morning, well that is a good thing. You can only have so much ka-ka piled on you in a day and you have it out of the way for that day.
Have a bad day, well that is a good thing. You got that out of the way for the week.
Have a bad week….. It is out of the way for the month.
I could carry that list on endlessly. Keeping with that thought process. The way it has started, the rest of the year will be great.
I am just sitting here thinking of years gone by. Of being excited to a small degree, thinking of an approaching New Year. Thinking the the upcoming year would be better. It signalled a time of new beginnings a fresh start to life. Really for me back the it was just a time for a good party. By the mere fact we hung a new calendar on the wall really had no real meaning as to anything being different in my life. There were times I made resolutions. But any I made were big life changing or life style changing things that even as I was “making” them, deep down I knew there wasn’t a real chance I would or could fulfill them. Even knowing this I still felt disappointed in myself when I didn’t follow through. Really, I was setting myself up to start the New Year by quickly failing. Not a good tone to start the year with.
Some how, some where along the line I have come to what for me is an important realization. I don’t need a calendar to mark a time of new beginnings or a fresh start.
I have come to realize and appreciate, every single moment marks a new beginning. It is the first moment of the rest of our lives. To me every moment is to be celebrated