At the brink of another New Year there's the reoccurring theme from many of my friends that it's a big deal. I hear their resolutions and promises that they swear they'll keep. Their insistence that this year, it will be different. They are more committed. It's going to happen. 2013 is THE year. And New Year's is all about the promise of a new start. A clean slate.
But on January 1st, 2013, won't it just feel the same as always?
You will wake up with a groan and feel those same aches. You will
complain about the weather. You will tell your children not to
wipe their hands on their clothes. You will get caught in the
rain. Like the holidays that come at the end of the year, with all
that preparation and effort, the New Year brings so much
expectation building momentum as it draws closer. Midnight
strikes! The year lies ahead. The fresh start. Then it's gone. All
that excitement falling to the ground like a deflated balloon. Not
with a bang. Soundlessly. Drifting off into a corner, found days
2013 will be like every year we’ve ever known. It is the year of:
Getting too much sun even though you know you shouldn't.
A squeeze of your hand that makes everything better.
Drifting away from a long-time friend.
A great haircut.
Losing those few pounds.
A hug when you need it.
Watching a sunset.
Gaining back the weight.
A crayon drawing from your child that you tuck away.
Forgetting your umbrella.
Coming across the right pair of shoes.
Wasting too much time online.
Laughing with your children.
Crying in the shower.
A book that you'll treasure.
The right words when you need to hear them.
A final good-bye.
The same old.
Last year was so good...and so bad. For me, 2012 was the year I
watched my dad struggle with cancer. The year my boyfriend put so
much at stake with a new business. The year of too many financial
worries and too few professional gains. The year of my friends going
through the loss of a parent. Finally acknowledging the anger I have
towards my ex's family. Having my purse stolen. Visiting family.
Having two summers. Spending time with dear friends and having our
children play together. A sunset cruise to the Statue of Liberty.
Riding every roller coaster. Another birthday. Another Valentine's
Day. Another first day of school. Another Christmas.
This coming year is just like every year, isn't it? With it's
struggles and it's triumphs. The joy. The heartbreak.
So I raise a toast to this New Year because it’s the same as it
always has been—
One where anything could happen.
See you in 2013,
The Good Girl