As I’ve been reflecting on 2015, I’m pretty much ready for it to be over. I’ve never really felt that way before but it was a really hard year for Trever and I. I’m not ready to tell you why, World Wide Web, we don’t know each other that well yet, but maybe we’ll get there.
I’ve always been a bigger fan of today than I am of tomorrow. I don’t like time and its incessant ticking forward, always ending things and taking with it bits of our lives as our present transforms into memories. I like the present; I don’t want now to end because the idea of chapters closing is totally tragic to me. But, it keeps moving forward at a seemingly quicker and quicker pace, eager to make it all just a Polaroid, there for the future's memory.
But then every once in a while, years like 2015 make me ready for the clocks to wind round quickly. Suddenly movement brings the comfort of the new, that this too shall pass. Time has no problem letting go of the past for its metronomic ticking, the good and bad left behind to bring the buoy of a better tomorrow. It offers hope, which is what brings us so much joy, because no matter our futures, today we have the hope that it will be exquisite… and who knows, maybe it will be.
So cheers, to a new start, to gratitude for what was good, acceptance of what was hard, and of course, that bright gleaming ceaseless beam of hope!