Perhaps this is the year you will start the novel you've always wanted to write...
...or get back to a moldering manuscript and give it another try. Maybe you'll sign up for the art or photography class you've been aching to take...or get out your sketch book and start drawing again. Maybe this will be the year you join a gym...or take to the woods again.
Hopefully, this is the year you will silence the voices in your head that tell you nothing is going to change.
Soon they'll have you believing that, like every other year in the past, you simply will not find time to write or compose. You will not get around to clearing some space so you can dance, or indulging yourself with new paints--whatever it is you long to begin. You'll fall back on all the old excuses. You're too busy at work. The kids have too much going on. You have more important things to do--staying ahead of the laundry, keeping up with your friends on Facebook, solving the problems of war, poverty and world hunger.
The question is: Who are you going to listen to? The voice of reason or the pleading of your heart?
Who will you follow? The lumbering ogre of restraint trudging along the same well-worn path...
...or will you test your wings and fly away to the place where dreams come true?
Does the arrival of New Years Day simply mean that another year has gone down the drain? Or is it a portal to possibility that is limited only by one's imagination and courage and passion?
What are you hoping to begin this year?
"Begin doing what you want to do now.
We are not living in eternity.
We have only this moment,
Sparkling like a star in our hand--
and melting like a snowflake."
--Sir Francis Bacon--
Hoping you celebrate the realm of possibility this New Year!
Stay safe tonight.
ps.: After wrestling with Blogger for many hours...I apologize for the funkiness of the post. Something just isn't right with the site, but you'll have this in a small town without a sheriff...