I love the idea of any kind of new...new years, new starts, new shoes...new means shiny and fresh and full of possibilities. It's the possibility part that gets me up each and every morning, as I start a new day. Despite carrying around enough baggage to keep a 757 grounded, I look forward to starting over new each day. And a new year is a reminder of that possibility.
I don't make New Year's resolutions, however, as I believe in resolving each and every day to live up to my goals. I don't always make it, but that's what's so nice about getting up the next day for something new and fresh. I make more than my share of mistakes, in fact, I think I've already taken up some of my kids' shares. But it doesn't matter, because every single day is a do-over.
So, it's the first day of 2010. I know so little of what this year will bring. I know my children will turn 12 and 10. I know that I have a job, at least through July, and I know that I have a place to live, a car to drive and food to eat. I'm OK with everything else being a suprise.
