Why New Year’s Isn’t a Big Deal (to me)

I have finally been able to pinpoint why New Year’s isn’t a big deal to me. For years I have wondered, why don’t I care about this day as much as everyone else seems to?! Is it because I don’t really drink? No, because I’ve had plenty of New Year’s game nights sans-alcohol. Is it because I don’t “do” the bar scene? Mmm… maybe a little bit. But those don’t seem like defining reasons for not liking a holiday for which you can choose how to celebrate.

I completely understand and support others’ feelings that New Year’s is a time to start anew, but I don’t do well with obligatory fresh starts. I prefer it to be on my terms. Freedom of choice, you know. So after some reflection, I finally figured it out:

I have a mom and a dad who will interrupt their own lives to listen to me ramble for an hour, no matter the topic or time of day/night. This is true every day of the year.

I have a step-mom who supports her step-children so honestly, so effortlessly, it seems she has been a part of our family from the start. This is true every day of the year.

I have a husband who teaches me how to love by loving me so passionately, so rightly that no words can describe what this does for my crooked heart. This is true every day of the year.

I have generous in-laws who have driven up and down the East Coast at least a half-dozen times so they can spend precious-little time with their children who have moved 1,000 miles away. Since we’ve been married this has been true every year.

I have a family with whom I can stay up until 2 a.m. playing board games, or talking politics, or movies, or sports, or whatever. This is true every day of the year.

I have friends with whom I can laugh, cry, laugh some more, be myself, embarrass myself, do nothing, do everything. And they are all over the world but they’re there, and they matter. This, too, is true every day of the year.

I make choices that point toward life and action, toward conquering fears and making my dreams happen. I regret very little and learn from my mistakes. This is true most days of the year.

New Year’s isn’t a big deal for me because in my eyes, every day is a brand new start. Trust me, my life isn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination – there are plenty of days where I throw an adult temper tantrum or Greg and I don’t get along or something is just so annoying I wish I could make it vanish. But I teach my students that each dawn is a clean slate, that we can do with it what we wish. What kind of guidance counselor would I be if I didn’t at least try to abide by the same attitude?

Our daily choices lead us to where we are, and for me, January 1st is just another one of those days.

May the sun rise bright and high on your new day, and it may be a fresh start to whatever kind of life you want yours to be.
May the sun rise bright and high on your new day, and may it be a fresh start to whatever kind of life you want yours to be.

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What does New Year’s mean to you?

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