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At the curb of the Year
Dec. 31st, 2009 10:39 amThis has been, and I can say with some firm authority because my ego demands it, an exciting year. A year to be wrapped up in heavy bindings and placed deep in a chest below Grandma's first quilt. It's been a year of beginnings. Hard beginnings, soft beginnings, and unexpected beginnings.
I prefer to dwell in a positive world, really. I know... those who know me say "Huh", because I slide toward the pessimistic cynical part of my mind more often than not. But it's true. I would love to have a Disneyesque world of happy people and lots of songs and laughter. So, rather than just be an Eyore about everything, and talk about how many things have ended, I'll take those endings and look on the other side of them and say "Man... that's a lot of beginnings!" Because it is.
It seems that everyone, and not just folks I know up close and personal, has gone through a ring of fire this year. Moving, marriage, divorce, death, birth, personal demons galore, dogs and cats living together. All of them stirred but not shaken to create one incredible year of... Beginnings.
I boldly stride, and boldly is a pretty big word... more than likely I'll just walk, into the new year with a new love on my arm. I move into the new year with the knowledge that my mom has moved to her next adventure, free from the bonds of this world. I slip into this next year seeing friends and loved ones making plans for big things, for life changing things, for new starts.
Sometimes the chessboard has to be rearranged in order for any of the pieces to move at all.
Not all beginnings seem to be happy events, but they can be. One can look at an ending, see it for what it is, let it go and move onward to the brightness of what lay ahead, regardless of how scary that future may be. We all had to learn to cross the street and the first time we did it, as a child, we were terrified that we would be killed. Well, if you're reading this, I'm pretty sure you weren't.
The future is scary and uncertain to be sure. So throw those shoulders back, hold your head up proudly and step boldly onto the curb of the old year. Cuz kids, we're about to cross that street.
Have a safe holiday, and may the adventure that awaits you be better than you think, happier than you believe and full of laughter and song. And know that you have love. You will always have that, if from no one else but a short and balding Storyteller - sitting at his writing desk and dreaming big dreams, just for you.
I prefer to dwell in a positive world, really. I know... those who know me say "Huh", because I slide toward the pessimistic cynical part of my mind more often than not. But it's true. I would love to have a Disneyesque world of happy people and lots of songs and laughter. So, rather than just be an Eyore about everything, and talk about how many things have ended, I'll take those endings and look on the other side of them and say "Man... that's a lot of beginnings!" Because it is.
It seems that everyone, and not just folks I know up close and personal, has gone through a ring of fire this year. Moving, marriage, divorce, death, birth, personal demons galore, dogs and cats living together. All of them stirred but not shaken to create one incredible year of... Beginnings.
I boldly stride, and boldly is a pretty big word... more than likely I'll just walk, into the new year with a new love on my arm. I move into the new year with the knowledge that my mom has moved to her next adventure, free from the bonds of this world. I slip into this next year seeing friends and loved ones making plans for big things, for life changing things, for new starts.
Sometimes the chessboard has to be rearranged in order for any of the pieces to move at all.
Not all beginnings seem to be happy events, but they can be. One can look at an ending, see it for what it is, let it go and move onward to the brightness of what lay ahead, regardless of how scary that future may be. We all had to learn to cross the street and the first time we did it, as a child, we were terrified that we would be killed. Well, if you're reading this, I'm pretty sure you weren't.
The future is scary and uncertain to be sure. So throw those shoulders back, hold your head up proudly and step boldly onto the curb of the old year. Cuz kids, we're about to cross that street.
Have a safe holiday, and may the adventure that awaits you be better than you think, happier than you believe and full of laughter and song. And know that you have love. You will always have that, if from no one else but a short and balding Storyteller - sitting at his writing desk and dreaming big dreams, just for you.
