Back around Rosh Hashanah (Jewish new year), I started a post about new years and new beginnings. I never finished that post, but tonight I fished it out of the “drafts” folder. I had already attempted two different posts this evening but neither took, and this one seemed appropriate for the season. Ahem.
I started this post, way back when, in response, of sorts, to Mel’s post about Rosh Hashanah, in particular to how she tends to get overwhelmed by the starting over. (Go ahead, read it, it’s likely much better than what this one will turn out to be.) I thought about how I tend to get overwhelmed by the thought of all of the missed opportunities in the last year, all of the ways I didn’t do everything the way my neuroses would have be think it all should be done. Of course, what I’m learning these days (and yes, I think I’m really learning it finally) is that there is no perfect, there’s just life in all its messiness.
There are, also, endless opportunities to start again. We bring the past with us, but we are given so many chances to turn the page. New Year’s day, every new season, new semesters, birthdays, anniversaries of significant events, every new week, new month, new day, new hour.
Last year I wrote:
It will be amazing to see where I am a year from now. It will be incredible to see the positive changes that this next year will usher in.
Bring it on.