So here it is, New Year’s Eve 2018 and I have two thoughts. The first is a little dark. I see all of these new year posts on Facebook, everyone is posting these happy and joyous and sparkly posts. And I know that many of the people behind those posts are struggling. Not that one must share all their pain in public, but why not acknowledge that holidays can be difficult, can be sad, can be lonely? While I happily wish everyone a fabulous new year, for me this has been a year of learning to celebrate alone, a year of being ok in my skin whether I am in the company of others or not. Would I like to share holiday celebrations with an intimate partner? Sure. Do I need to? No. I sat surrounded by my channukiahs reflected back in the windows and just felt at peace with the beauty of their light. On this night, I kissed my millennials and wished them a happy new year and I am at peace alone in my bed.
For thought number two. I don’t believe in new year’s resolutions. I believe we should resolve the things we want to do, fix or accomplish every single day. We should resolve every day to eat better, resolve every day to move more, to fix our budgets, meditate, and on and on. The point is that it does no good to resolve these things once a year, to try to live up to our own expectations for a few weeks, maybe months and to fail, yet again, and give up until we resolve again at year’s end.
If I were to make a resolution for this year’s end it would not be a personal one for my own betterment. Rather, it would be to make the world a better place in whatever way I can. To encourage kindness, work for peace, stand up for justice, help those in need, teach truth and act in love. Those are my resolutions for us all. All that other stuff well, I need to do it for myself every day that I can. Happy new year.