We do this beautiful thing collectively, annually. Every year around January 1, we all decide to brush off the last year of successes and failures and start fresh. It's sort of miraculous, no? That so many members of the human race celebrate the arrival of a new year — various time zones aside — together. There are, of course, about a dozen cultures that celebrate their new years at different times throughout the year, but the concept of acknowledging a new beginning, or celebrating a moment in history is as vibrant, important and exciting as our January 1.
In just examining the words above, I noticed a little easter egg that got my wheels spinning about why January 1 is made of magic.
Rely. We rely on this time. Not so much in the way we rely on food and water, but we emotionally rely on change, on growth, on gaining a fresh perspective. We rely on self, on patience, on faith. The deeply intimate relationship we have with ourselves gets a reboot on January 1. We make new goals and find new footing in our determination for bettering ourselves; it's really the one time of year our focus is on the contributions we make to our own existence and the importance of self-care. It's also the one time we forget that we have the tendency to lose optimism for humanity and we anticipate better days ahead. We rely on the world to be decent, on grace, on love.
Resolutions, aspirations, expectations — we're filled with the confidence that this new year is ours for the taking. Whether or not we achieve all of our goals, or reach all of the accomplishments we strive to reach, I still see the tiny victory that is hope. And even if the other 364 days consist of work, laughter, heartache, joy, pain and just basic survival on the worst of them, we have January 1. Together. And we can rely on that.
Happy new year. Happy renewal. Happy hope.