I have a confession (so really nothing’s changed after my little holiday). I started writing this blog six different times and I deleted it six different times. No you super Christian it’s not because six is the devil’s number… But just in case… Here goes number seven.
Writing this blog brings familiar feelings from school and catapults me into a state of reminiscing, backspacing and procrastination.
The end of a year is kind of like that though, right? We reminisce on all our favorites parts of the year, we wish we could backspace a few late nights or emotionally driven text messages and we procrastinate so we don’t have to make resolutions (that we swear we’ll never keep anyway) or New Years Eve plans.
I usually hate New Years Eve (bah-humbug). I know, how Grinch-like of me.
There is so much pressure to be at the best party, with the best people, and to post the best Instagram with champagne and fireworks, whilst still remaining ‘in the moment.’ And don’t even get me started on fact that I still don’t have someone to kiss at midnight, quick let’s move on before I have a mild panic attack.
Without realising it, I had created a monster. A monster called New Years Eve Expectations (sorry, my creative juices ran out when I was thinking of a name). And its mission statement was:
The way you spend New Years Eve is how you will spend your New Year, so it better be good.
But finally I started to understand this monster was just that, a monster. A fictitious character sent to scare me until I told it to shut up. You'll be happy to know I did tell that monster to shut up, and like any good bedtime story, it disappeared.
So this year, I’m excited for New Years Eve, and not just because I’m spending it with my best friends at the beach with an esky of celebration. I’m excited because for the first time I've decided,
New Years Eve isn’t the verdict of my New Year; it’s the launching pad into it. (click to tweet)
If your year has been anything like mine, it’s had its ups’ and downs with a few loop-de-loop’s thrown in just to keep you holding on.
Isn’t it crazy how much life can change in one year? The moments that we wish we could revisit. The memories that we wish we could erase. The things we wish we could have said. The things we wish we never said. The fights we had. The friends we made. The people we said goodbye to. The decisions we made. The hopes deferred. The dreams fulfilled.
Maybe this has been a year you will always treasure, or one you’d rather forget. Whatever it’s been like, it’s coming to a close. 2014 is almost here.
So, let’s make a deal. Let’s meet back here, same time, same place next year. Think about who you want to be, what adventures you want to have had, and how you want to feel. Think of all the things you would love to do, and then decide that 2014 is the year you will do them. I can’t wait to hear all about them.
Tomorrow is a new year. What will you do with it? (click to tweet)
And as for me? This is going to be my year. A year of new beginnings. A year of adventure. A year to release my first book (eeek!). A year to be obedient to the Holy Spirit, the first time He speaks. A year to run a half marathon. A year to take risks. A year to drink more water and less diet coke. A year to support one sporting team, not just whoever wins. A year to stop saying the word ‘busy’. A year to dance with someone in the rain. A year to take at least three, week-long breaks from social media (you can hold me to that one). A year to take selfies. A year to live fearlessly. A year to run after my call.
2014. Let’s do this.