The concept of ‘new year’ and rebirth seems weird to celebrate in the early part of winter. I find it more suitable for the spring when everything comes alive and is actually lush with life. However, like most, I still honor the concept of ending the calendar year on 12/31 by imbibing alcohol and spending time with friends or family each year.
This year has been brilliant awful beautiful amazing heartbreaking love-filled ugly sad joyous lesson-filled. For me, I took a wonderful tumble in learning when and how your emotions can positively (or negatively, as is most often the case) influence your outlook and participation in life. How to forgive greatly. How to let go of pain. How to embrace the uncertainty of where the next step will bubble up that you are supposed to walk upon. How to give love and receive love and honor each love as its own. How to be less responsible for others and therefore owning up to the responsibility and power over myself. How to be less black and white, which is a constant opportunity for growth.
No, I wouldn’t change a thing about 2011. Like others that came before, and like many soon to follow, it was eye-opening. I cannot forget or erase what’s happened and wouldn’t want to. All the people that crossed my path have been amazing teachers that I’m lucky to have learned something from.
