For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
– T.S. Eliot
I haven’t made any resolutions this year, I’m not so good at those. It was this time of year (6 years ago) that I left England and my wedding anniversary falls in this first week of January, so I suppose for a long time the New Year has been about renewal and new beginnings in more ways than one. 2012 also marked the first full year that we have been living in Chicago, but in some ways it feels like we’ve been here forever.
I’ve been spending this week, like most people, thinking a little about what I hope this new year will bring. We have hard work ahead of us, but hopefully there is also plenty of time for adventures, joy and laughter. This first week of the New Year has been a little transitional period, as we wont be able to get into our routines until my husband begins school again next week.
When I sat down to write, I expected to have a lot to say about the New Year. In the past I’ve had a lot of hopes and dreams that I’ve shared. It’s not that I don’t have any this year, but that they’re so broad that it’s difficult to pin anything specific down.
I hope that this year is everything we want it to be and more, I hope that we survive the difficult parts and emerge from them stronger. I hope the difficult parts are few and far between.
It’s a little belated now, but Happy New Year to you and yours.