The hustle. The bustle. The energy and the pure rush of planning, participating and celebrating. It’s intoxicating and magical. It’s the seasons. It’s joy and love and peace all wrapped in flash and glitter and excess. And then, as quick as the turn of a page, it’s done.
When the holidays are over and the tinsel struggles to hang on to the drying needles of the tree, when the tangled ribbon and crinkled paper are the last vestiges of all those hours of shopping, the last thing we may feel like doing is actually doing.
It is then that we must resist the temptation to succumb to the flow of time. It is in those fleeting moments when the resolve to take care of ourselves may weaken, when the hangover of doing and going and being threaten to wash over us and take us into the churn of convenience and resignation.
When we’ve packed up the glitter and lights, and all that the holidays have been for the last few months, there is a moment of clearing. When the last piece of celebration gets tucked away there is a small sigh and then a breath. Being mindful of really making that breath count is imperative.
Breathe in the newness and vibrance of a clean slate. Breathe in the opportunity to make choices and take actions rather than to make resolutions and empty promises.
Breathe in the beginning.
As the New Year begins to roll and the last year fades and is tucked away, we are afforded one last gift of the holiday season. We are given the gift of wide open space. We can create in that space room for our peace and growth. We get the chance to move fresh ideas into motion and set aside the wilt of the past.
We encourage you to keep up on the commitments of last year, create and act on new possibilities and commitments this year and make the choice to continue to do and be.