I’ve been thinking a lot about the promise of a new year and, honestly, it feels a wee bit overwhelming to me.
I think the issue is the number of days; 365 days is a lot of days to think about all at once. History reminds me that these days are going to become what they will become and at times I will feel invited to the ride and, at other times, I will feel like a hostage. My hope is that I will feel compelled to throw my hands in the air and laugh like a giddy teenager more often than not. History also reminds me to leave it at that—to not allow my mind to drag me to a place where I will even consider any alternative to sheer joy.
And so in the space of resolution-overload and how-to-plan-the-best-year-ever-instructions-galore, I just want to remind myself, maybe you, that the only way to unpack a new year is one now at a time. So that your now can become everything you ever hoped for, and then some.
My daily prayer for the past several years has been let it be easy. May that be so for all of us this year.