New Year’s Day. The twenty-four-hour period in which we all talk about the goals. This is what I’m gonna do, we say. Someone declare it from a mountaintop, ok? No, really! It’s happening this year! Lethargic January 1st behavior exhibited as a result of all of the delicious foods and beverages recently consumed is not in any way an indicator of how we will drive toward those goals this year, right? Posting this at 12:30 AM on what is technically January 2nd doesn’t suggest anything either, correct? On this day when Tynley looks at me as if to ask, “Why are we just sitting here?” I have a few thoughts:
Maybe we need to readjust our thinking. Why does a number on a calendar or clock have to be what tells us “it’s time” to work toward new goals? The time is “now,” whether now comes around in January, June, or December! “Now” starts in that moment you think of what you want to do next. Don’t let the sand run out in the hourglass. Don’t just think about it or talk about it. We’ve all taken the road named “I’ll do it later” a time or two. What’s stopping us from taking the new path this time? That other path…the road that hasn’t been traveled…it doesn’t seem to have any footprints on it. Anyone wanna go down it with me?
Tick, tock. 10, 9, 8, 7…. The clock strikes twelve every day. Happy New Year!