Around this time last year I was sitting in my living room, sick as a dog, writing about the significance of the season. First there were the special dates and the ways I was unable to commemorate them. Though illnesses and injuries often hindered my plans, I chose to focus on the meaning of the moments, celebrating in my heart when I couldn't go out. Then there were the new year's resolutions that I resolved not to make. I was on a journey of self-improvement (still am), but it didn't begin or end with the date on the calendar.
Today, I sit in my living room (once again, sick as a dog), thinking about both of those posts, and the year that has passed since then. It's only now that I see the irony: in one post so focused on the meaning of specific dates, and then specifically refusing to be defined by the date in the next. I suppose the reality is that it all depends on us ... and on whether we choose to give meaning to a particular day.
There are so many opportunities (or excuses, depending on how you look at it) to reflect on time past: birthdays, anniversaries, new years (school year, fiscal year, Chinese or Jewish new years, etc.) ... or really just any time we're feeling particularly nostalgic. So maybe it's because today marks the end of 2011, or maybe it's ... just because. Whatever the reason, I find myself reflecting upon the past year ... so of course, I'm sharing those thoughts with you.
