A new year

Date January 14, 2009

I like new beginnings, fresh starts. 

That’s obvious enough seeing as how I pack up the contents of my life and move them all over the planet time and time again.  But there truly is something so empowering about getting to know what once seemed impossible.  Even if what you’re getting to know is yourself.

So, here I am at the beginning of another year and the novelty of it almost overwhelms me.  There is all of 2009 to see and to breathe in and I just know that hidden in it are one thousand treasures. 

I’m not sure what they are yet.  Perhaps they are diamonds entombed in the stone wall around my heart.  Or maybe they are new friends or new adventures.  It could be that the treasure is coming home. 

I honestly haven’t the faintest idea, but I do know this:  I’d like to take this freshness and the feeling that it gives me and bottle it up so that someday, like in late Novemeber when days are short and winds are cold, I could take it out and have a little sip.

What about you?

Category Posted in change, rambling

4 Responses to “A new year”

  1. Blake said:

    January 14th, 2009 at 12:02 pm

    February is more the time to take a few nips out of the freshness bottle for me. November has the holiday season approaching with some excitement and expectancy. And for my past few years at least, it seems that February is so much more freaking cold than November, December. Having to scrape ice off my windshield before driving to work = cold hands and grumpy Blake.

  2. Summer said:

    January 14th, 2009 at 12:54 pm

    Your enthusiasm is so refreshing, Emily!

  3. Lou said:

    January 15th, 2009 at 10:31 am

    Glad to see you are back to writing but I hope you know when you get home for good you must find some way to keep up the blogging because I just don’t think I can do without it.

  4. Amy Laboe said:

    January 15th, 2009 at 9:50 pm

    I think “New Year” needs to happen on the first day of spring, like I think it’s meant to be. I can’t possibly think about the wonders and newness of life in -37 degree windchill. Ain’t gon happen. Instead, I fight off the sadness of winter and hope I don’t go too crazy on comfort food. I guess I just need to move south.