New Years Eve

Our construct of time fascinates me. It is merely a way to organize things, a way to communicate, a way to get along. And every NYE our culture uses it as a marker to reflect on the last 365 sunrises and sunsets, and to make promises to ourselves about the next 365 (or 366) sunrises and sunsets. We have experienced how much can change between sunrises and sunsets, but today is no different than any other day. Time and energy are limited commodities. Shoot, we don’t even know how much there is of each. Be present. Present was my word of the year. Sometimes being present sucked. Sometimes I couldn’t do it. Sometimes it was too real. I learned how much I distract myself, how much I avoid the present. Sometimes being present through the pain was a precious gift. So was being present in the happiness. There were beautiful moons and stars and sunrises and sunsets these past 366 days. I just stopped and looked at them. Photos never did them justice. There were precious moments in between that even the fanciest of phones couldn’t record. Being present locked them in my memory. Sacred stuff. Sacred stuff that becomes tainted when put into words. With how public our society has become, I hope you keep some stuff sacred. That’s important. SO important. Everyone does not have to know everything. I hope you have moments and memories that are preciously yours. I hope you take some time between this sunrise and sunset to reflect on your sacred times, the lovely and the painful. They continue to form who you are. You choose the meaning you make of your moments. Wisdom and peace can only come with reflection. Reflect, give yourself space to forgive and have compassion. Both for others and yourself. I wish it to become a habit for you. Reflect regularly. Clean out the “junk closet” of your mind to free up your limited time and energy. Develop your wisdom so you can choose meaning wisely.