December 31, 2025
Congratulations, you’ve made
it to the end of 2025!
Do you ever think of making it
to the last day of the year as an accomplishment? Maybe that’s something we
should do, each New Year’s Eve.
I think that too many of us
tend not to give ourselves enough credit for the work we do, day in and day
out. We can buy into other people’s less than stellar opinions of us; we can
succumb to some of the mass-marketing campaigns and believe we are nothing
without product X, Y, or Z; we can, in other words, find ourselves thinking
that we are just not enough.
We are enough, my friend. Each
and every one of us is enough.
So congratulate yourself for a
job well done. For the last three hundred and sixty-five days, you arose, went
through the day, handled umpteen challenges, worked, endured, went to bed at
night and got up and did it all over again the next morning. Three hundred and
sixty-five days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes.
You are amazing!
New Year’s Eve, and more, the
celebration of that one moment when the old year passes and the new one
arrives, is such an ingenious idea. To make a definitive end of something,
immediately followed by the beginning of something new is a triumph of its own,
don’t you think?
Over the years David and I did
celebrate this moment a few times. There were a handful of New Year’s Eve parties
we attended. I think the last time we did, though, was in the 1980s, and that
last party was at the home of a friend. Not being party animals by nature, we
were always more content to say home and watch the ball drop. Much happier to spend
our extra money—what there was of it—on our children.
When we finally got to the
point that we could, with careful planning, celebrate the new year, we simply
weren’t interested. As I said, we really aren’t party animals at all.
We don’t tend to make New Year’s
resolutions, either, because in the past we rarely were able to keep them.
Decisions of that sort made in the emotional soup pot of New Year’s Eve are
rarely decisions we are truly ready to stand by.
But we all need the sense of
possibilities that this one moment gives us. Out with the old, in with the new
has a sense of hope about it. We need that. We need to have our hope tanks filled
every now and then, so that we can give ourselves some much needed stress
relief. I hope you’re able to do that tonight.
David and I wish all of you a
wonder-filled and Happy 2026. Be kind to yourself—and to one another.
Love,
Morgan
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