It’s time for my annual “I love New Year’s Day!” post, but those who know me best know my favorite day of the year is the first Monday. That’s the real new year’s day–when the holidays are over and it’s time to knuckle down to the grind. Life resumes, with one huge exception: we have the promise of twelve more months to start over and meet the goals we didn’t meet last year.
I met a lot of my goals from last year–I finished the sequel to Give the Lady a Ride, called The Final Ride, got some clutter cleared and disposed of, lost some weight–the same seven pounds three times (that’s 21 pounds, right?). I spent quality time with Mom and the kids, made sure MSB knew I love him, finished Kay Arthur’s study of Daniel.
My goals are the same for the coming year. Write. Clear the clutter. Lose weight–and keep it off, this time. Maybe join a gym (shudder). Spend lots of time with family and friends. And study the Word. I’ll start getting serious about all this on the first Monday of the year.
I imagine folks think I’m crazy, but there’s something about the new year that seems more magical to me than the supposed “magic” of Christmas. It’s the key to possibilities. It’s an opportunity. It’s a big ol’ “do over,” and I greet it enthusiastically every year. Last year, with all its mistakes and failures, is over, and this year is a clean slate. It’ll probably hold its own mistakes and failures, but I’m ready to grab the key and unlock the possibilities!
So, okay, call me crazy. I love the new year!