A New Year

The new year.

I used to think that it was a silly thing to celebrate. New Year meant we had to go back to school after some glorious days off. New Year meant it was time to tuck in the Christmas decorations for their eleven-month slumber. New Year meant it was time to address the extremely high calorie intake that started at Thanksgiving.

I have, however, grown to love this celebration of beginning. New Year’s Eve parties are fun, but I prefer the relative silence of today. The sense of a clean slate, of a chance to change things from before, to reflect on the year that has passed and to set goals for the year ahead.

Our societies have marked our revolution around the sun for thousands of years. The end of one cycle of growth, and the herald of the new one to begin.

I can’t wait to see what this cycle brings.

Happy New Year to you and yours!