This year,let’s say the things we never said. Let’s forgive the things we never could.Let’s love like no lessons have already been learned. Let’s dream like we have the chance,and live like we have no other.
I first showed this piece in New York. Two women from a local gallery approached it. I listened to them. “Is it only for New Year’s, you know, with the ‘this year…” one asked the other. “No, she replied, ‘this year,’ it’s the same as today, every day.” And she was right. They bought the piece. Five of them. For their gallery.
I keep it beside our bed. I read it every day. Some days, one line is easier than the other. I liken it to a golf game. Some days you can drive a mile long, and miss every putt. Your short game is good, but then there is that bunker. No one gets it completely right every day. But we keep playing. We keep trying. We keep swinging.
And so I read the words. And I try to do the best I can. I keep loving and forgiving, (even myself), and dreaming and living, because ‘this year,’ is ‘this day,’ and I don’t want to miss it. It will be like no other!!!
Happy New Year!