I really did. I woke up at 7 a.m. and realized I missed new year.
In my years of existence I’ve always been conscious when the clock strikes midnight and the world crosses the proverbial bridge from one year to the next. It’s a symbolic change. A chance to make new resolutions, new beginnings, new opportunities. To someone who witnesses this change there is an energy that takes hold of you. It charges you with hope for the year that is to come.
For one reason or another however, and for the first time in my life, I slept through it. I woke up in a daze. A feeling of having “missed something”. And of course I knew the feeling was all too valid. At first, I was angry. But I didn’t know at whom or why. At myself for letting this happen? At the people around me who let me slumber right through it? But I quickly realized that it wasn’t the main issue.
I realized I didn’t have that energy, I didn’t have that charge of hope for the year that is to pass, I didn’t feel renewed. Then came the next dilemma… was that really a bad thing? Too often we go through this ritual making a bunch of promises only to break them a few weeks (if not days) later, and fall back into our old ways. It’s really not a new year… It’s just a changing of the month back to January because sometime in 1582, a pope decided that 12 months was enough. Not 11, not 13 or any other number… but 12.
I spent the rest of the day pondering on my new perspective.. did I come to a realization… I don’t know. And I don’t really suspect anyone cares. But I did decide that for me, this wasn’t a new year. It is a continuation.. No New Year’s resolutions, no new projects, no new plans, no new missions in life. But just to continue to live the life I’ve been living. Because that’s really what we all do. I do not need a changing of the month, a ball dropping, or fireworks exploding to start improving on myself.
I can cross the proverbial bridge anytime.