I have been sifting through year-ender posts, most of which follow the same template or thematic. It might sound offensive (like I’m hating on people) but most of them sound like this:
“My most challenging year thus far. 2014 taught me SO MUCH. It was a year of ups and downs, of challenges and changes, of endings and beginnings. Nevertheless, I look back with love, and gratitude. #blessed.”
Or something to that effect.
Don’t get me wrong. I used to be one of those people, capping off the year with gratitude posts and priming myself for the year to come. I guess 2014 wasn’t so kind and I reek of cynicism. How terribly sad for me. :))
What occurred to me while browsing through my feed was this though—we experience life in different strokes and seasons. 2014 may have been a general high for some, whereas for others, it was just a matter of keeping the head above the water. Either way, I’ve come to understand that life happens as it should, whether you like it or not, whether you’re prepared for it or not. Whatever the case, it goes on.
Counting down the seconds gave me a semblance of closure. That momentous gap, that final minute between 2014 and 2015 felt infinite. It was the middle ground between a stop and start, and it felt as though life was waiting for me to take some form of leap. How now? What now, Sab?
As I looked up, strained my neck and watched fire and light disintegrate into darkness, it dawned on me that the only choice I had was just that—to look up. To look up and brace myself for a brand new year ahead.
Life has unraveled in a series of stops and starts. At every turn, detour or dead end, I have had to find the courage to keep moving (kicking and screaming works too). My advice with regard to ending the year and ushering in a new one?
Stop, Start and Begin Again.