The New Year’s ball drops
Just like that, New Year’s is upon us. January 1st. The beginning of another year.
First things first; Happy New Year to all of you! May your troubles be less and your blessings be more; and nothing but happiness come through your door!
Once again, I can’t help but reflect on the year gone by and the days yet to come. So, without further ado…
Part I: The sun sets on uncertainty
Just like that, the sun has set and the year is done
2017 is a year I will never forget. Despite it being in my rear view mirror a mere two days, already it seems miles away. New Year’s, it seems, has not only brought 365 brand spanking new days, but also a sense of certainty that seemed all but lost.
The year began with more drama than an episode of Game of Thrones, seemingly dictating the tone of the subsequent 52 weeks. I feel I should confess I have never seen an episode of GOT, but I hope you’ll forgive me.
Friends were thousands of miles away, employment was nowhere to be found and doubt dominated my every waking moment. With each day that passed, the person staring back at me grew more and more unfamiliar.
Who was this person; so uncertain, so lost? Not the same person who threw caution to the wind and moved to the other side of the world. Nor the person who once chose passion over pragmatism.
I had lost all sense of self and, worst of all, I felt helpless and unable to regain control.
There were, of course, genuine moments of pure happiness and joy, but we seem to have a knack for focusing on the negative, right? Personally I think it’s because that’s where the lessons are hidden.
As the end of the year drew near, it was a chapter I was more than ready to close and file away.
New Year’s Eve; I was exhausted, yet exhilarated. I was ready.
Part II: The dawn of a new year’s state of mind
I have one question: why do we place so much pressure on New Year’s Eve? We almost allow the night to determine the outcome of the entire year ahead. I have certainly been guilty of it in years gone by.
So, how did I spend my New Year’s Eve? I stayed in, with my mum and dad; the people who got me through 2017. We watched the fireworks explode across the television screen, wished each other a brilliant new year and I closed my eyes on the uncertainty of the past.
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It felt so poetic; New Year’s bringing with it a new day, a new week and a new year all at once. I awoke at sunrise, eager to see the dawn of a new day. Of course, Melbourne being Melbourne, the sun’s face was hidden behind a wall of clouds. Alas, alack.
I did, however, have that moment all to myself. That moment of quiet; when there was nothing but light. It was as though the weight that had come so close to crushing me, was suddenly lifted.
I do not go into this year with a feeling of hope, however. Nor do I go into this year with optimism.
I am not hopeful and I am not optimistic, because I am sure. I am sure that this year will be filled with happiness and love and success and everything in between. It won’t be perfect, but it doesn’t need to be. This year will be great because I am choosing to label it so.
2017 is a year I will never forget. It was a year of trials and tribulations and many, many lows; yet, I am grateful that it happened. From lows come lessons and I have learned more than I could have hoped.
2018, in contrast, is the year to turn lessons into actions, negatives into positives and uncertainty into certainty.
So, what are you waiting for? Go on and write the best chapter of your life!
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