i cannot count the number of times i have heard women say this January, "this is our year ladies!" (for some reason 2009 becoming 2010 wasn't that big of a deal for guys i guess). It's as if the striking of midnight released a new tide to the shore, a new story to our lives. But our stories are our own. they are connected. we are connected. not even a moment's breath separated last year from this. the physical ailments that plagued us weeks ago still linger. the frustrations of relationships. the uncertainty of employment. the stresses that weighed down our souls do not dissipate with the chiming of a clock or the dropping of a ball on a crowed New York night. no, they do not go swiftly. they do not go kindly. yet, if my memory fails me not, somehow the years have a way of slowly sending these tides back to the ocean. things that vexed me in the turning of 2006 into 2007 seem like distant shadows, memories of lessons learned. and somehow joys remain. somehow we are still here. somehow the sun still shines. Max Ehrman wrote:
"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy."
I like that. you write beautifully.
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