Staring out my office window, I feel underwhelmed, dispirited, thoughts of recent holiday bliss dissolving into mist. The grey wintry drizzle, encased in a murky fog, is appropriate. My wishes for a Christmas snow have passed, and while a tobogganing run would still be welcomed, I’m no longer keen on shoveling my way through spring. I find it curious how weather manages to dampen a weakened spirit, how winter doldrums ambush the weary, establishing a sense of helplessness, with no respite in sight. To reinforce the inevitable, if you believe in prognosticators, tomorrow, in my corner of the world, a deep freeze sets in. Likely until the ides of March.
Experiencing lows after a festive time is to be expected, whether it’s post vacation, or otherwise, but not necessarily unwarranted. We all celebrate differently, but we share a common human trait, one essential to achieving life’s balance.
To appreciate the peaks, we must endure the valleys.
Not to suggest that merely returning to work after a pleasurable hiatus qualifies as a ‘valley’, it should not, but it does serve to illuminate the difference between need and want.
Few of us live a lavish lifestyle. All play and no work. Parties must end sometime. And there is a reason for that.
We earn our joy. Each of us. To appreciate true happiness, we endure sorrow. To revel in joy, laughter, wonder, we shed tears. To reap, we must sow.
I keep Christmas well.
And though I strive to maintain the spirit beyond the month, it’s not always possible. Life gets in the way. Reality overshadows intent. Sometimes by choice, sometimes by fate, but somewhere along the way, the road is abandoned.
But redemption lies within us. It is a conscious decision.
With the beginning of the New Year, all is possible. Keeping in mind that the concept of ‘time’ is a human construct, an illusion aimed at unifying the human experience and measuring our existence, each New Year begins when you decide it does. January 1st is but one arbitrary piece of a 365-day puzzle, each 24-hour period interchangeable and substitutable. New beginnings are not constrained by calendars or societal norms.
Choose your own moment.
As I peer outside, my attention is drawn to the first flakes of snow, overtaking the drizzle, establishing the return of winter’s dominance. The deep freeze has arrived.
I ask myself an obvious question.
Why not take advantage of today? Why languish, awaiting the next peak, the next vacation, or worse yet, the arrival of spring? Bleak weather and distant respites cannot impede spirit. Not unless we allow them to.
Do we embrace opportunity, or acquiesce?
Do we engage, or submit?
The answer lies within.
Until next time,