New Year, blue moon, new decade (well, okay, technically a new decade begins a year from today)…I am trying to square the idea that “it’s all new.” Have you ever awakened from a nap and have had no clue what year it is, much less the time of day? I swear I have these Rip Van Winkle moments a lot; it’s the main reason I don’t take naps. And somehow this New Year’s has snuck up on me too.
BUT: the turn of the calendar does indeed goad me into recognizing that It’s New. And, being an American girl, I have been taught to believe that all that is new = good. Haven’t you? This has been an amazingly hard thing to unlearn. But unlearn I have, and you’ll find that I am happier if gifted something old rather than new; “new to me” being good enough, and more than likely hugely appreciated.
New Year’s is typically the era of resolution: one resolves to, more often than not, change something, be it a behavior or an outlook. I admit I am not one for resolutions either, not that I think I don’t need to change things (I do). This is also the time we do look back, at the year we just left: but I would rather not. (“Not a good year,” end of story.) It’s all forward-moving we’re doing, not backward; each DAY is a point of resolution, and yes I know that in my saying this I sound like a 12-step graduate. Alas, no; I just think every day is precious.
And each day is. Today, New Year’s Day, I planted garlic (in the greenhouse) with my daughter, the third year in a row we have done such a thing. And that, alone, is reason enough to celebrate the day: planting the first seeds of the calendar year.
Happy 2010, everyone.