I spent a lot of time in past years bemoaning the coming of winter and the inevitable end of a year, forcing me to reflect and often gutcheck my self-imposed thoughts about where I was in my life.
The younger me often crumbled under the weight of this self-inspection and naturally the unknown of where I was headed and what I thought my life would be like never measured up. The lessening of daylight and pressures of holiday bustle was often enough to cripple my self-image and dry out whatever semblance of creative output I had left in me.
The greys in my hairs are well-earned. Now there is also the wisdom of knowing that those feelings and ungrounded anxieties are fleeting. I don’t have to succumb to the years-end recaps and mile markers.
The most significant things in life don’t follow the calendar. And it’s okay for me to slow down, it’s almost natural that I would. And I should. So now I smile and know I could.
I wish you the peace of this realization. An epiphany for the coming new year.
Thanks friends for making this trip around the sun another to remember for all its highs and woes.