For some, it’s a time for new beginnings after taking stock of formerly new beginnings, many of which have become endings. It’s a new year. For me, that means new calendars on the wall and that’s about it. When I was little, Dick Clark danced on my TV and I struggled to keep my eyes open past midnight so I could bang the pots and pans from my parents’ kitchen on the front steps of our row house. Even as I got older, if I didn’t struggle with staying awake, I found it difficult to get excited about the turning of a new year at midnight on December 31. It’s symbolic. I get it. But it just doesn’t rile me up like it does other people. I see every day as a new beginning. Every moment can be. And if something is worth doing, there’s no need to wait for the new year to start.

But it is a good excuse to wish people well, and for me, there can never be enough of those. So Happy New Year! I hope it’s your best year yet, filled with light, laughter, and everything your heart desires.

Enjoy the new calendars. Enjoy each new day. Enjoy January for what it is. I enjoy it more than most here in the Mid-Atlantic (perhaps I have Siberian or Canadian ancestry I’m unaware of). While the always-cold people are counting down the days until Summer, rubbing their hands together, and pumping thermostats up to July, I’ll be drinking hot chocolate, waving at friends with my mittened hands, watching (and perhaps going) figure skating, walking through snow showers, and taking pictures during walks on some of the coldest days of the year.

Hopefully, the sun will shine. It’s so beautiful this time of year. Summer light often is filled with haze, but Winter’s light is clear and crisp and bright. So enjoy it and all the days that come, which will never come again. Carpe diem, and all that good stuff.

VintageWWM