I vacillate between seeing the New Year as a fresh start and thinking of January 1st as the day after December 31st, part of the ongoing process. Either way, I seem to get serious thinking unoriginal philosophical thoughts. What happened this past year? How did it impact me? Did I laugh enough? Did I grow? What did I learn?
I enjoyed the company of my friends. I enjoyed time alone. No, I didn’t laugh enough. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m always thinking of what else needs to get done, or comedy isn’t as funny as it used to be. Perhaps Robin Williams death quieted my laughter for a bit. In the plus column I worked on being less invested in the expectations of my daughter, and made room to enjoy the fullness of her being. It worked. At 15 she inserts a unique perspective that is refreshing. I was able to fall in love with my husband again. It took work on our part, but it was well worth it. I also worked on enjoying more of what I have rather than measuring what I need to improve my life. That’s useful. I’ll continue to work on that. My classmates were published, and that’s wonderful. I look forward to another year of seeing friends and colleagues published. And, as always, I derive great satisfaction with my work. I am so fortunate to work with extraordinary people. That’s all I’ll say abut that.
On the down side, I ran less and had to slow down due to an injury. Nice to slow down, not so nice being in pain. People I care about had a difficult year, and I feel for them. I was critical, impatient, rude, made excuses for myself, and forgot to laugh because I took myself too seriously. So I’ll continue to work on self-acceptance, as well as enjoy more moments of patience and kindness.
However you view the new year. I hope you’ll enjoy patience, kindness, self-acceptance, personal success, and, more laughter. Happy New Year.