As it comes to a close, we’re, most of us, lucky. More often than not, we reflect on the highs of the year, and unless plagued by life changing lows, we can often forget our woes.
2015. Like all the years before, we never emerge entirely unscathed, but the scars and wounds are structure, no? Our trips and falls build next year’s you, someone who looks a lot like last year’s you, but, let’s face it, she’s a little wiser. One more year to grow, and to age, to become, perhaps a little more tired and weary in body, but, hopefully, enriched in mind, soul and spirit.
Who among us can manage to meet this day without reflection? The very young, of course, because new years will come and go forever. Even 20 year old me felt excitement for the party of the day; drinks, dance, awkward sweaty selfies. Before, of course, we called them selfies.
But as the years add up, and time lets us see that were not infallible, we must take more away than a hangover. A new year lies in wait. Maybe this will be the year you read 50 books. Maybe this will be the year you lose 30 pounds. Maybe this is the year you get married. Or divorced. Maybe this is the year you make no promises, but time lets you grow wiser anyway.
If the only gain we wander out of 2016 with is another year under our belts and 365 more experiences, let us hope that in one year, still, we can all find things to be grateful for.
In this year? This 2015? A list:
A dear friend’s wedding,
Flour, sugar, kneading, making,
Ink and art, expression,
Road trips, motels, diners and new paths,
Work (sometimes…. )
Maybe not so unlike the years before it, but another list of days, moments and experiences to warm the heart. Slow walks in the woods, Pep’s memorable trick or treating, my 30th birthday in the mountains, a lot of ground covered under foot and in heart.
To you, 2015, may your successor bring us joy and love and happiness. Wishing all of us wisdom and peace, and a good book and a cup of coffee.