Happy NEW Year

We did the family thing for Christmas--Covid testing included. Smaller but sweeter than usual, we lapped up some much thirsted after together-time...laughing, learning, living, loving.  Now everyone is back in their own bed. Almost. As I sip it here in the limbo-ic dawn, my pomegranate-laced green tea tastes pungently bittersweet. Or is it my mood.

I’m vacillating...reminiscing about the days (and year) past while anticipating the challenges of what lies ahead. There is, however, one thing about this limbo-ic feeling that I actually love about these days of transition from the old year to the new, from what was and is to what can and will be. It’s this: Even for those who have to return to work, these days feel different...something sane, almost sacred, about them. Like other limbo-ic days, these represent something welcoming. Something inviting. Something hopeful.

Transitions come in all shapes and sizes. Some are just built into life. Never mind unavoidable, they are absolutely necessary. Some, like our body’s physical development, can be predicted. Others, like this pandemic, can’t. Incidentally, I find it ironic that we live in a state of not one but multiple transitions at any single moment--many of them very positive. Yet, at the same time, we are wanting the opposite--for things to just stay the same--even sometimes or somewhat negative things. (We can make that kind of stasis happen, too. It’s called procrastination.)

This moment (as all moments) isn’t just transitory. It’s also transitional. Better yet, it can be transformational--if we choose to consciously make it so. 

Together, let’s use these in-between days to forge a truly happy NEW year. 

TODAY.

LET’S GIVE THE WORLD & OURSELVES A GIFT.

LET’S TAKE TIME TO THINK ABOUT HOW WE THINK.