So maybe going on Facebook wasn’t the most happening way to ring in the New Year, but it’s been a pretty good start all the same. G, C and J did manage some kind of a countdown in between Winning Eleven games, and considering four out of six of us that night were stricken with annoying diarrhea, I thought we did alright.
Not brilliantly, but alright. I never was one to get too psyched up about counting down with the crowds anyway. In fact, come to think of it, I’ve never counted down with the masses for anything – Christmas, New Year… Oh there were those New Year’s Eve church services I used to attend, but it doesn’t quite count when everyone gets their own chair, I reckon.
I am strangely psyched about starting this year – emotionally, mentally and spiritually I think / hope I’m starting off on the right foot. There is a silent but increasingly resolute determination inside to seize the year with both hands and make it one truly well-lived. At the end of the year, I want to be able to say I’ve given this year my all. I want to have given my job 100%. I want to have given my marriage my all. I want to have journeyed as best I could have with friends and loved ones. I want to have devoted regular time to my families. I want to have sought God anew. I want to have traveled and experienced and be amazed at every opportunity.
I thought I wouldn’t bother with New Year Resolutions (never got too psyched up about those either) this year, but reading back the last paragraph, ‘seizing the year’ does sound like an awfully tall aspiration when spelled out like that. I also can’t help but wonder how long this tangible determination will last, and at which point will I have to start reminding myself to ‘live’ instead of just to ‘survive’. Will I even remember to remind myself once life settles into a new humdrum and the invariable downs that will come my way hit?
I can only hope so.
Strangely, I am just so excited. I really don’t know why.
