From Me To New. Sorry, You. I Meant, You.

We have little choice in the matter, so yes, we will all be turning our backs on 2105 and heralding in 2016. I say this because there are so many postings, statements and conversations centering around just how glad many are to see this year end; highlighting just how unhappy and unsatisfying it seemed to have been. For that, I am deeply saddened and sorry. It truly hurts my heart to know that the past three hundred and sixty-five days (or was this a three hundred and sixty-six day business?) brought such unhappiness and despair to so many. Recognizing that forces me to lend not just my voice, but certainly my best wishes and prayers for a much brighter, happier and successful year ahead as well. You have my strength when yours fails you.

This is where we will go with this conversation today – your plans for the new year. I said last year I am not the making of the resolutions type as the clock ticks down; I make (and break) resolutions or intentions every day of the year. However, I recognize that many are; and, I respect that. I respect the belief that is placed behind the notion that, “there is strength in numbers” thus driving many in their quest for change. I have heard and read so many, “I am going to lose that, change this, think the other” pledges and have recognized the determination behind all the statements. I wish you luck. Truly. I may not share your belief in this construct, but I certainly do believe in your belief.

Yes, for many of us this year has been a very tough one. There have been many realities of injustice and far too many loss of lives. Tears and blood have been shed enough to overflow many oceans and the reality is, before this night rolls over to next year, more is likely to flow. Pain has become as popular as the latest Star Wars movie. As common as an eleven year old with an IPhone. So yes, when I look at it that way I to pray for and vow that I will do my part to ensure this new year nary emulates this one we inhabit for the next scant hours. I to look at the ‘6’ with eyes brimming with as much hope and excitement as a six-year old on Christmas Eve (okay…. as my fifty-year old behind was on Christmas Eve!). 2016 must be better than 2015!

But isn’t this simply what life is about? The chance every day to do better? To be better? Shouldn’t every day then be a ‘resolution’? Shouldn’t’ the determination we all are carrying around in our pockets right now, anxiously and excitedly awaiting the stroke of midnight to fantastically and elaborately reveal to the world be our intention every single day we wake, regardless of the date? Like on a random May 22nd, shouldn’t we still be vowing to “be better, do better”? I’m simply asking (okay, I’m being provocative), “shouldn’t ‘resolutions’ be more than the latest accessory?”

Our world needs help. But, I will not be so demanding by telling you to go out and fix it. But, what I will ask is this – how about you set out every day, every single day up to and past January 1st (and even past May 22nd) to positively affect your little corner of this here world? I hope you know you can. The truth is though, it takes so much more than a sound-bite; it even takes more than good intentions. It takes action (and no, simply posting it on social media is not the “action” I mean!). So often we discount the difference simply deciding to not be an asshole in any given situation can make. Choosing to do right even when no one is around to applaud or publicly memorialize the action sends out amazing ripple effects that affects positive change. Leaning on morality and exercising humanity… fucking good stuff!

My pockets are full of money, my mobile, id and chewing gum (no, no condoms; don’t need them 😉 ) so there is no room for some yet-to-be-P1070093revealed resolutions. I vow today as I do every single day, to live fully, honestly and as close to a high sense of morality as my deliciously being naughty every chance I get will allow. 2015 had moments that hurt my heart, but it did not break me. The Universe allowed me life in 2015, so regardless the tough lessons I thank it. 2015 taught me and learned from me. I lost and I won so very much! I let go of some shit and gained exponentially in the process. I cried some big big tears and laughed my entire belly full. I turned fifty! I have and love my job and am kicking some academic ass. I have a beautiful home and am blessed with modest financial security. My child is healthy and happy. I found the strength in 2015 to turn my back and sashay away from people that I finally accepted meant me harm. I welcomed others into my space. I continue to love in the face of fear. I am alive.

So, as we say “Goodbye” to a year that has brought pleasure and pain, losses and gains, hope and despair and look forward to the promise of a brand new start, leaving behind our old shit, I wish for you all that you wish for yourself and then, just for the fuck of it… a tad bit more! May this new year bring you all that your heart desires and make your dreams pale in comparison to their realities. Happy New Year! And, thank you.


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