To a Brave New Year

Even though we are saying goodbye to 2020, there are those who are holding on to 2020 with a death grip. 
Maybe it’s because you won’t be able to ride on Airforce 1, or maybe because your need for attention is gasping for every last breath. Or maybe it’s because you don’t have the option of writing a book because you have to be able to read one before you can write one. Whatever the case, we are saying goodbye.  
Don’t know exactly what we are saying hello to, and that seems somehow less daunting than what we are saying goodbye, too. Even though the 31st to the 1st is just the next day with all the same restrictions and constrictions, we are a hopeful bunch.
Maybe this year, we will not look at whether the glass is half full or half empty – maybe we will look at the water in the glass and how we can use the water to irrigate a parched world. 
Maybe this next year can be about health and well-being as the cornerstone for our creative expression. It’s not an easy fix to shift the context from money and greed as the answer, to well-being, to love, and to mental health as the baseline. Maybe it’s my age or maybe it’s so much loss, and maybe it’s love, but the shiny objects that used to hold so much power have lost their appeal. I feel too young and vital for it being a function of age, and I am passionate about lessons learned and connections made. I am less interested in what people think and more interested in what people feel.
I stand in both camps. I think about those that I have lost and miss them and I think about those that are here and how much I love them. I am not a person that I recognize in many ways. This person doesn’t act or look familiar to me but I thinking I am liking him better. Anyway, not much I can do about it as I have said goodbye to much of that guy and still discovering who I am saying hello to…
Here’s to a BRAVE New Year – Happiness is overrated.