For a while now, I couldn’t wait for 2008 to end. It was a fabulous year, but its last couple weeks, and maybe months, seemed to be anything but. The promise of a new year makes it easy to think about new beginnings. I know any day could just as easily mark the start of a new dawn, but sometimes it’s hard to be motivated to think that way when things are getting you down. So I anxiously awaited the new year, and a clean canvas with which to draw on.
And then yesterday, just hours away from the new year I so desperately yearned for, I found myself being surprised with my own hope and optimism, by mud, chance encounters, and new friends. A great day in simple ways, but yet again offering just enough hope and insight of what’s to come, and more importantly, reminding me of what I really am… happy and hopeful, not sad and stressed.
After ringing in the new year with a new friend last night, I had just enough energy to make some lentil soup before hitting the sack. No, not opening a can of lentil soup, but making my own this time. Homemade. No strange ingredients, no MSG, no crap. And in 2009, this is how I’m going to live my life… homemade and deeeeelicious.
It’s gonna be a great year. How do I know this? Well, I guess I don’t. But the year started by making soup, doing handstands, and then trudging through miles of mud to fly a kite (when it wasn’t even windy out). And seriously, any year that starts like that is bound to be a good one.
by Sarah
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