Politics and other awkward stuff

The Year That Was

These last few years, as I reflect on the one that passed, I think about what HAS stayed in my life. Friends who touched and supported me in ways I can never repay. Kids, grands who warm me and enlarge my every day with love and gratitude. I remember things that have come into my life or have always been there, making me feel alive and blessed. And, I think about the rest of this big world and how there is more need, hunger, desperation and death than we can even imagine. With all that has hurt and pained us to the max, we still exist in an undeserved microcosm of life, unknown to much of the planet.

In the departed year, we’ve seen babies born — and loved ones die. We’ve experienced all the jubilant, terrible, happy, tragic things a year can and does bring. We’ve lived through corruption, secrecy and government insanity that’s divided a country. Yet, no matter where we are, geographically, physically or emotionally, we each watched that brilliant ball drop at midnight, as we said goodbye to this past year’s entire mess and magic.

And here we are today, walking into a spanking new year. An empty calendar yawns open before us.  I’d like to look to this unknown new year with hope, not dread; with the wonder that things can be better, brighter in the year ahead. And I want that for everyone I love and those I don’t even know. I want it for my sweet, oldest friend who lost her precious daughter this past year; for another friend who’s battling the same cancer her daughter survived. I want it for this nation as it enters an election year, to get a clue, to stand up with courage, awareness and unity. I want it for every child who sits in a hospital like St. Jude’s, without the rosy cheeks, excitement and twinkling eyes of my own gorgeous grandchildren. And for peoples across the globe who are terrorized and killed daily in their own lands, help for those who can’t make ends meet, for single moms, the disabled, the looked down on and the disenfranchised.

 “Last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” T.S. Elliot

Minutes count down each New Year’s Eve. Time ticks away every last day of every year since the world began – and it will rinse repeat each year long after we are gone. Years go on, life goes on and time teaches us how to live with the worst, as we try to make each day our best. Married, widowed, single, black, white, sick, well, gay, straight, time marches on for every one. All we can do is march with it in the best way we can, alone — and together.

2019 is a wrap. While I will never again get to lip-lock my handsome husband on a New Year’s midnight, I choose to live my best life for the time I’ve been given. None of us knows what the year ahead holds — and that might be a damn good thing.

We all know well that the days in our lives are numbered. Unfortunately, we will never be handed cliff notes about what that number is. In the past year, we may have had way more tears than smiles; anxiety than peace but, ready or not, 2020 is here. We can’t escape it; the future just walked in the front door. Take a deep Namaste breath and allow yourself to be present to this new year. Enjoy, observe, experience your life – every single minute. Stand up. Say something. See the beauty in small moments and in others. The year that was, has nothing on the year that can be, so have hope, try new things, see the good. Let’s get a ‘hell, yes’ for a year that’s not recycled but really ‘new’, really good and really whole.

We each have a voice. And mine says ‘You got this!’

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