The festive season is well under way, filled with celebration and gift-giving. What are you wishing for?
The best gift I receive each year is a box brimming with new days. They don’t come in ribbons and wrapping paper. No gift tag saying Love, Santa. No rush delivery. No last-minute knock on the door. They’re just there.
For me this gift arrives with the Winter Solstice when Old Sol brakes, changes direction and gears up for his climb back north again. Tomorrow, December 22, is the first day of a fresh year. I get to open the best present of all.
No matter what I did with last year — whether I spent it wisely or frittered it away — I get another new one. And for the most part I get to choose how I will use it.
I know this special gift is limited. I know my days will run out. But fear of losing them won’t delay the inevitable — it will simply rob me of the joy of those that remain.
Too often we face the new year as if it is a race. We vow to become a better person. Make more money. Spend “quality” time with family. We often list all the things we didn’t do last year (or didn’t do well enough).
Perhaps one resolution is all we really need. To live each day as though it matters.
Because it does.