I’m backwards. When most people are settling in for Winter and human forms of hibernation, I’m getting ready to head back out into the world (so to speak), including spending time in this space.
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.
For me, today was a go-out-and-play day, especially considering that the past few Winters have been sorely lacking in snow. I spent yesterday working and getting things done while the flakes floated to the ground. In the afternoon, after the showers stopped, the sun came out and so did I (with my camera).