Happy New Year, everybody! Let’s set off some fireworks!
I’ll be honest with you, I wanted to write this post around the turn of the annual new year, but it seemed every current in my life wanted to rush with tenacious velocity against me as I attempted to swim toward the shore. I was seeking dry land with all I had, but with each stroke of my arms I got further and further away. I’m going to continue to be real with you, though, — I’m still stuck in the current, I’m still swimming, and I’m still drenched!
However, that is the very reason I’m writing this today. That is the very reason I’m celebrating a New Year, today, on February 24th!
I love the weeks surrounding the New Year — something feels “just right.” I love the resolutions and the smell of hope in the air. I love seeing faces and hearing voices full of anticipation of what’s to come. I love the vision, the intentionality, the action, and the progress. I love seeing soul’s come alive again. I love seeing dormant dreams awaken. Then it seems, for most, the near inevitable occurs — the light flickers out and old habits prove to die hard.
We’ve all been there at one point or another. Sometimes we succeed, sometimes we fail. Sometimes we conquer, sometimes we’re conquered — and when we’re conquered, we go back to the same old routines and, unfortunately, spend a whole year living in ways we were keen to triumph over. Don’t worry, I’ll be the first to admit many losses at the hands of the dreaded resolution balloon popper — whoever, or whatever, they are!
Yet, I want to tell you something I’ve learned throughout this gruelling past few months of my life — you can wait for that feeling of it being “just right,” you can wait until you’re inspired, or you can wait until it feels good, but you should prepare to grow very old and wrinkly in the process. I’ve learned that dry land isn’t always going to be available for me. I’ve learned that sometimes you’ve just got to get ‘er done while life soaks you with the full force of its current.
I can’t help but sit here and think of the fresh start available to us everyday. I can’t help but think about the grace and mercy extended to us every morning. I can’t help but think about what would be possible if we woke up with the rising of each morning sun, left the night behind with a hearty shout of “Happy New Year,” and got cracking on everything we want to accomplish, achieve, or become.
What would happen if we dared to believe that God forgets our yesterday and is simply concerned with our today? What would happen if we believed God was all about this very moment? What would happen if we realized that it’s always morning somewhere and now is the time to get started?
My answer to those questions today comes in the form of this post. It may not be everything I hoped it to be and it may not be coming at the time I wanted it to come, but as I sit on this coffee shop sofa, I remind myself once again:
It’s always morning somewhere — so Happy New Year!