I didn’t stay up to see 2020 out the door – it snuck into the darkness like it arrived into the light of last year, quietly. It’s gone – thank the Lord. I checked the lock this morning fearful an encore was waiting outside – 2020 has been so volatile I don’t trust it to make a peaceful transition.
Last year started with the usual potential. I made promises to myself about losing weight, exercising more and managing my wine consumption. I had great intentions – 365 days lay ahead unblemished – I had plenty of time to break my flimsy promises, to jump on and off the scale and the wagon several times before facing the reckoning of the next new year. I had a clean slate.
No one had any idea 2020 had a different plan, that we were facing 365 days of twists and turns and chaos – the new year had a fresh page and a black crayon it wasn’t afraid to use. Last year presented 365 days of promises it was intending to break in ways we couldn’t yet imagine. 2020 had a poker face and cards up its sleeve. Little wonder I didn’t have the energy to watch it leave.
My house is quiet this morning – the new year is off to a peaceful start. Mind you I haven’t turned on the news yet – I’d like to sit in this potential for a while. I’m mumbling the familiar promises I make to myself at the dawn of every new year knowing full well I’ve never been true to my word. I have plans to pounce on 2021 like a cheetah. Unfortunately I’m an old cheetah and I haven’t done much pouncing in a while – I may have to settle on taking 2021 one day at a time.
2020 had a party that left the house in a mess – it will take some time to dig out of the rubble. 2021 whispers potential and will unfold with intention. The new year has arrived – I can write about 2020 in the past tense now – it WAS a year to remember.
Happy New Year!