Tuesday, January 3, 2017
The Possibility of January
I always imagine January as a big open field covered by a blanket of fresh snow - bright, white, and blinding as far as the eye can see -- unblemished by footprints. It's a new canvas to paint on, a blank journal to fill.
Of course that's not entirely true. A new year brings the old with it. Last year's relationships, experiences, triumphs and mistakes -- they all come, too. Consequences don't have a December 31st expiration date.
January holds promise simply for its capacity for possibility. Anything can happen in a January. Anything can be begun again.
Perhaps it's not just its possibility - but its hope.