Nothing much changes unless you want it to. And then, it doesn't take the imagined magic of turning over the calendar to make it so. Life will always be what we make it; how we handle the diversity large or small which any of us may face.
Most of us mark our life with events on a calendar and I try to imagine doing otherwise. What would happen if we didn't know how old we were, or we forgot to experience the heartbreak each time we passed a traumatic event over and over again?
I recently watched a Twighlight Episode the other night about residents of a retirement home, one of which believes he has found the secret of youth in childhood games. That episode reminded me that we age pretty quickly when we start believing that we are "too old" to do those things which bring us simple, pure joy. When small things no longer make us laugh. When we no longer pause to feel the sunshine on our face, or hold our hands out to the rain.
May we all remember to make the time to feel the sunshine on our face, take a walk and smell the air of each season, and play with youthful attitude.
Happy New Year!
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