With a stretch and yawn as if I had just completed an Olympic-themed hibernation event I woke to a new day and a brand spanking new year!
I don’t feel any different. I’m not magically better at any one thing than I was on yesterday. I slept for most of the New Year’s Eve festivities, and it truly felt perfectly normal for a change. There is a small bit of jealously watching those who had a blowout party and danced the night away. Then I am reminded of the times when I woke on the 1st day of the new year with a rocking hangover, so that less than 1 percent of jealousy I mentioned earlier has quickly diminished into nothingness.
Besides, I am 49 and have no time for regrets and sideways ginger ale sips from the sofa all day.
I love new beginnings. I always have. The start of a new movie, a fresh new pair of boots, a crisp bag of chips just opened to a perfect level of freshness, and of course seeing the Amazon delivery truck outside my house, yet again. If 50 First Dates was a person waiting for that blue truck to hang a right at the corner and stop in front of my house, it’d most certainly be me. It’s all in what moves you.
I’m pretty simple on most days. I require normal things and try to give as much as I receive. As a writer whose mind is wildly teetering between sanity vs insanity, I believe I have finally found my balance.
Writing gives me the freedom to escape from the reality of life when I choose. And for that gift, I am forever thankful.
Reading through Happy New Year texts and social media posts this morning with one eye open while searching for my reading glasses makes my heart feel happy. After the past couple of years, it’s no surprise that we all want what feels like normal. What tastes like fantasy and what makes you dream like you did when you allowed your thoughts to run completely free.
So how do we get back to all of that?
It’s simple, you gotta allow yourself to.
Let go of what you feel you shouldn’t be doing just because someone told you it was silly or because you are afraid of all the great things that might happen. One foot in front of the other is how I plan to step through life. It isn’t always rose petals perfectly laid; one because my cats would never allow me to be that great, but it is Chapter One and you can write it, however, your heart desires. Go on an adventure and amaze yourself with what is waiting for you.
The deeper question here is, how much longer do I have to wish everyone I encounter a Happy New Year?!
My cutoff is somewhere between the end of today or February 1st. Hey, what can I say? I’m a sucker for giving well-wishes.
With love, light, and an overflow of blessings, I am wishing you the best that 2022 has to offer. Sending you positive vibes and teleporting catchy beats you won’t be able to erase from your memory no matter how many tequila shots you have. |THIS.
[By A. Jones]
A writer, blogger, and dreamer, AJ writes and blogs from her home in Indiana. You can also find her work as a contributing writer at Groov Magazine. And have a peek inside AJ’s Diary.
