NOTHING CHANGES ON NEW YEARS DAY. OR, DOES IT?

New Years Day is just another day on the calendar. But humans have the capacity to mythologize it into a turning page; a new beginning. There was an upsurge in spending confidence in 2014, but also there were so many horrific incidents that made us turn inward in a bone-tingling fear of what the future holds for us and for our families. Still, what inspires me is that a lot of these events made so many of us turn outward; to find a cure, to work for peace, to march in the streets demanding equality. To find a way to do good in the world.

And then of course, to sell a really good cheeseburger or vacuum cleaner or vacation getaway or financial institution or new car.

Having fallen into both camps, I can say that being part of dragging our ailing economy back to its feet, sometimes kicking and screaming, is an important job. As long as I keep my eye on the real prize: being kind, offering someone perhaps the only smile they’ll receive that day, laughing at someone’s joke, talking frequently with my daughter who lives far away, listening in silence to a friend—or a stranger—unburden themselves of pain, playing with my dog, learning something new each day, reaching out when I’m feeing hopeless, having faith that this too shall pass, keeping my side of the street clean, owning up to my responsibilities, and telling the truth, no matter how twisted up inside it makes me.

And that’s really just scratching the surface. I hope when you read these words, I will already have performed some of these resolutions to the best of my ability.

Here’s to yours. 

 

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