As I approach my 71st new year I am eternally grateful for all my blessings. What with multiple national disasters this year–fire, wind and water–me and mine have managed to be unharmed. Of course, no one remains unscathed (unless you are already filthy rich) from the disasters of our fake president and his administration. This has been the year of more fervent prayer than usual.
A tradition which began about 4,000 years ago, marking the new year seems intrinsic to our human nature. It is the time of year we appreciate and celebrate the cycle of renewal and rebirth. This practice probably made more sense when the new year began at Vernal Equinox or the first day of spring. Even so, about 400 years ago, when January became the first month of the year in the Western world, we continued the old tradition–just at a different time. It is an opportunity to reflect on the previous year, to start afresh, begin anew, and, maybe make those new year’s resolutions.
A Texas tradition is eating black-eyed peas on New Year’s day for good luck.
During the past year and into the present, I will continue trying not to envision a horrible outcome of any particular situation; panic, worry, or obsess over things that are not in my control. I hope to do more attending of events, movies and such as well.
As you contemplate your own New Year’s resolutions, think about how you can: spend more time with your family and/or friends; go outside; broaden your horizons with a book club or class; exercise 30 minutes a day; bring joy into your life; bring joy to others. Let me know.
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